Rose wore a simple and fitting gown, designer made, that clung to her in all the right places. She wasn't terribly thin, she had a belly, but Rose never minded one bit about her curves; if she wasn't overweight and she liked her own body--she was happy! It also didn't help that having a loaded parallel universe step father with never-ending amounts of money to supply her with her own flat, clothes, and all the shoes she could ever want.
What? She was just looking on the bright side!
Her hair was in a bun, curls tumbled down loosely, with a shawl to cover her bare arms. It wasn't anything fantastic, but Rose had an affinity to cleavage (modest cleavage, thanks!) Those girls got her through a lot of tough spots during some field work at Torchwood.
What?
The sound of knocking interrupted Rose from 'admiring' herself in front of the hotels vanity mirror (also known as a simple bathroom mirror, but who's really asking?) With a twist of the wrist the door opened quickly to reveal a stylish dressed nine hundred (plus) Time Lord waiting for her on the other side. A broad smile creased her face, a tongue poked itself through her teeth; she was immensely pleased! "Hello James Bond!" Rose teased good-naturedly. Biting her lip as she ogled, Rose had to fight off the urge to invite him inside her hotel room--then she realized how inappropriate that would be, regardless of what her overactive hormones said. Or whined, really.