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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

Bryn and John
Bryn lead him to her office, something she could have done with her eyes closed. And while it was very tempting to sweep everything off of the desk and deflower the virgin wood. She thought better of it. Anyone could walk out of the station and catch them. And while that had it's appeal, and she had her moments with wanting to be watched, now... It wouldn't be a smart move. Instead she went to the door next to the one that led into the station. When she touched the handle, she hissed softly, as she felt the pricks of needles in her fingertips.

As she nursed her fingers, the door slid up exposing a blast doors, which parted and exposed the inside of her apartment. She waved a hand for him to enter the apartment ahead of her.

The apartment was actually one big room, with an exception for a bit of the wall that was behind the bed, that hid the bathroom. It was sectioned off in a living room area, a kitchen, and then the majority was a gigantic bed that was beyond what a king would be. The bed was majestic, or she thought so, with the four posters that looked like they grew up out of the forest.

The kitchen was modern but simple, the large fridge somewhat out of place because it was a new addition. The couches and lounges were made of fine brushed leather. The TV was hidden in a cabinet. "Welcome to my humble abode."