Keaira was just as pleased to be back in the suite at the moment. It had been a long two days and she had not gotten hardly a moment to sleep to herself since they arrived. First meetings straight off the plane, an overly cream filled dinner, late night ballroom dancing, then up early the next morning for a breakfast meeting. She had been going ever since and she was looking just as world-weary and rumpled as Kurt.
She had not worn a corset with the blue two peace ensemble she was clad in, she didn't need one with her figure despite her habit of wearing them. The top unbuttoned from throat to waist and removed, leaving her in simply a black silk shell and that victorian walking skirt. Seeing the normally impeccable Keaira less than perfect was something reserved for family and lovers and now apparently Kurt too. Her hair was tugged down, ruffled as she ran her fingers through it and she was even now trying to undo the buttons on her boots as she lay sprawled upon a divan. "Did they not inform the French that it is Autumn?"