Julia might only be a little taller than Tinsel, but her legs looked enviously long and slender, and Tinsel was going to run her hands up them pretty soon. She backed into her bedroom door, knocking it open and gesturing Julia inside. There was a small pile of clothes on a chair by the bed from where she'd been trying to decide what to wear out this evening. "Welcome to my boudoir," she said, and held out her hands to Julia, inviting her in close.