Later- the penthouse
After another drink and a swim and a shower and dinner with a lovely boy whose name she'd already managed to forget, Wanda finally made her way up to Tony's penthouse suite. She was sure he'd kept busy all day and there was no reason to rush upstairs as though she were overeager or something. She wasn't. Really. All right, well, maybe just a tad bit. Perhaps her enthusiasm was the reason for the frilly little dress in a shade of blue to match her eyes and pristine white stockings up past her knees and a pair of heels that managed to be adorable yet very vehemently gave off a "fuck me" vibe. Perhaps it was why there were small sapphires glittering at her neck and her makeup was all carefully applied and her hair perfectly curled and the whole process had taken nearly an hour. No, she wasn't excited at all.
In the mirrored elevator she preened a little, reapplied her lip gloss and ran her fingers through her hair self-consciously. Then she berated herself; this is Tony and he will see right through you and really you could've just shown up in sweat pants and what are you thinking maybe this really is just to discuss getting hookers for Nick but if it were we wouldn't have had the conversation about Malibu in the first place and he was so awkward when he asked it was sort of sweet and why are you even freaking out about this he's just another man and oh my god I love these shoes. The elevator bell gave its final ding and Wanda admired her shoes one last time before putting on a bored expression and strolling into the penthouse.