The invective was spoken softly and mildly, with barely enough conviction to have been worth the utterance. At the thought, Cat smiled, shaking her head.
It was her good luck that she was just in the middle of a bath that had just begun to make the transition from lukewarm to cooling, and that she preferred to do so by a bit of candle light, even if it was a bit of a single-girl-Enya cliche. Cat didn't mind single-girl-Enya cliches, so long as they were effective or pleasurable, and bathing by candle light was certainly both, especially when the vanity lights over the mirror supplemented the dim glow of the jasmine-scented candles.
When said electric bulbs, however, flicked definitively off, she decided, despite her oath, to soak for just a bit longer, then languidly rose from the fragrant water. Pulling the shower head out of its holster, she turned the water on and rinsed clean with no casualties to her light sources. By the time the concierge knocked on her door, she was clothed in a strapless deep marine maxidress, matched with a pair of wedge sandals, her hair still piled on her head from her bath.
She only left the concierge waiting a moment while she retrieved jewelry - bangles to match the necklace that complemented the earrings - and then she was on her way.
The sandals had been the right choice; despite the height of the heel, they were light and comfortable enough that the ten-story descent to the lobby wasn't too much of a trial, and it was with a little smile and a growing sense of curiosity that she entered the foyer of the building. Having just moved in, she hadn't yet had the chance to meet anyone at Pax, and it seemed this minor inconvenience was to provide her the opportunity.