Kiri stood up again, amusement on her face. "Leave it to me, Talia." She was business-like once again as she moved about the room and tugged Talia over to her. "Have I ever steered you wrong? Plus, we're not talking about fashion here. We're talking about a story."<br/><br/>Her eyebrows lifted. The woman's assumption of her relationship with the model wasn't lost on her. She gave a small laugh, her hair tumbling down her back as her shoulders shook. "Lovers?"<br/><br/>She stalked about the room, moving so that she stood by Patrick, an arm snaked about his waist. "Patrick and I are..." She trailed off, searching for the right words, "friends, that shared good times." At this, she gave a wink to the model. "Some really good times."<br/><br/>"Besides...a bedroom doesn't always involve lovers. I thought that the clothes against a softer environment would make for a good contrast." She tapped the side of her head, a sly smile curving her lips. "Funny how your mind jumped immediately to that though, Talia. Perhaps you have something in mind? Would you care to share?"