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Casa Del Ritz-Zelinski.
June 17th, 2020.
IN PROGRESS
Grace finishes off pouring herself a tall glass of...turning the bottle and more importantly, the label, towards herself squinting a bit even with her glasses on “Coeur de Cuvée” She hums our, oh how Quaint, she thinks to herself a soft mmph of a sound moving out of her as her fingertips lightly brush along her bare décolletage she thinks of the word perfect for the moment taking a sip as she looks over and sees her phone buzzing against the marble counter seeing the beginnings of a text from Fi along with...some other things...mmmm... her finger scrolling lightly along her screen as she peeks at a few...to open, or not to open...her head slightly moving from side to side in mock contemplation at the idea until the sound of the doorbell echoing through the empty house stills that...picking up the glass of wine as her attention moves to the tablet and the cameras finding...mm! Breezily sashaying her way to the front door unlocking a bitttt, as she lifts her glass with one hand towards Fi, “Velcome to Chateaux Del-Ritz-Zelinski, the pleasure is of course ours, one thing though...we have a policyyyyy...” Grace starts in her best French but she realizes mid-way, perhaps...it was...Norwegian...well, close enoughhhhhh...making a little face and soft mmmph of apologies for the entire Thing, poor deaaaar, as her shoulders gently move up her eyes opening again as she taps her nail against her glass, coming back round to the Point, “...a bag cheque,” She reveals with a wistful sigh, even as her lips slowly begin to curl upwards in anticipation of her curiousity being....mmm.
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