Alaedra yawns and stretches, arching her back and running her dainty hands down her body, stopping to give her perky breasts a quick squeeze and rub through the silky material of that nice little negligee. Rolling over, she lays there a moment, letting one long bare leg dangle over the edge of the bed - due to the heat especially, Alaedra is just on top of the bed and not under the covers - while she reaches back to idly scratch at her thigh before rising.<br/><br/>She'd been thinking about some of those forms, how they seem to be engineered with all kinds of crazy double talk determined to entrap one into a violation of some kind. Devils really do seem to be insane about this stuff, almost making Alaedra wish she'd woken up somewhere in the Abyss. That would probably be even less safe, though.<br/><br/>Alaedra quickly changes, choosing the dress Surtur made for her yesterday with a nice bare of dark indigo stockings with lace trim and a semi-sheer pair of matching thong panties. The high slit of the dress leaves the tie-up panty straps plainly visible, and the whole outfit leaves Alaedra feeling irritated that she hadn't gotten any shoes or boots. This just looks kind of silly with her plain black slippers.<br/><br/>It's no real matter, though, as Alaedra's going to be heading straight to Surtur's shop after she's gotten something to eat. She can get some footwear for sure, and she is rather looking forward to seeing what it's cooked up for her to wear while modelling.