Kozakura headed back to her room, tossing her dress in the laundry and taking the silver combs from her hair. She slipped out of her bathing suit as well, though that hadn't gotten dusty, throws her hair up in a clip and hops in the shower. Really there wasn't nearly as much to wash off as Country had, but you can't lay out in the sun without sweating some.<br/><br/>When she was done she put on some perfume, a sensual oriental blend that seemed to fit her, and dressed. She thankfully didn't have to rush since he had given her an hour, and she wondered what fun he was having looking through the stock of toys as she slips on her shoes, a pair of black satin, ankle-strap pumps.<br/><br/>She brushes out her hair and and does her makeup, nothing fancy as she fully expects it to get smudged later. But she does take the time to put on some mascara and eyeshadow to bring out her eyes. She heads downstairs then, a small black clutch purse under one arm, not holding much more than her room key, but it helped keep track of it as her outfit had no pockets.<br/><br/>Honestly, there was no room for pockets. She wore a black pencil skirt that falls a bit past her knees, slit a few inches at the back, that hugged the curves of her hips and thighs. The blouse she wore was silk, and a dark red, complimented by the shade of lipstain she wore. It was like this he'd see her next, sitting at the bar waiting for him, having finished dressing a bit early.