Gaia looked up from where she'd ended up flopping on the couch, one leg draped over the back of it and the other trailing over the edge, and over at the door.
"Willkommen. Bienvenue. Welcome. C'mon in," she called, complete with Lili Von Schtupp accent, taking a pull off her cigarette and tipping the ash into the tray on the coffee table. Sure, she was lounging around in a pair of lacy panties and an open, silk robe, but whoever was visiting should know well enough to expect her to be in varying stages of undress.