<div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Red%20Monika/135246-42905-red-monika_zps516fc63c.jpg)</div>Monika couldn’t deny that the idea of a trip to Paris would be fun, but it turned out to be a very brief romance. Just a few minutes making sure little-miss-prissy was comfortable getting into the plane. Although calling what they were flying in a ‘plane’ far undersold the craft’s accoutrements. Monika had never flown in something like it. She grinned as she settled into the deep luxurious seats, most of the time nestled in two seats, with her feet on the headrest of the next row, long legs stretched up as she ran her hand along comfortable material, “Like to travel in style do we?” She had said to Prissy with a smirk, already not expecting any response.<br/><br/>Prissy’s lack of communication didn’t bother her, in fact Monika got quite amused at the various unflattering looks when she made a quip, probably not helped by the first thing she said, “C’mon Prissy, let’s get a move on.” She couldn’t resist trying to annoy the woman, to the point where Prissy eventually just ignored her completely. Monika simply shrugged, smiled and sunk back into the seat as Prissy fell into the trance of VR.<br/><br/>In fact Monika had just began to doze slightly when the voice came over the com. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Gracefully but reluctantly swinging her legs down to sit proper as she belted herself in. Leaning over towards Prissy, “Generally when I hear that it means I’m having a pretty good night.” A wicked smile on her lips.