Tinsel cast a glance at the wreath and shook her head slightly with a smirk as she backed away from the front door, beckoning Julia deeper into the apartment. Past the festive ornaments and plaid throws, towards the stairs that lead up to her bedroom. "Come this way if you wish to be distracted," she offered, reaching behind herself to find the zipper of her dress, so it could be left in a metallic pile on the stairs. They both knew what they were here for. There was no point beating about the bush, so to speak. Best to dive right into it.