She'd never been to New York. She'd never seen New York. Not in real life anyway - she'd seen movies and things. But after rolling out of the not-her-bed-bed, Lana wandered to the window and stared out at the sprawling city below. At the crowds of people who ... weren't paying them or the building a lick of attention. Well, why would they? They had to be a mile up or something and the windows were probably privacy tinted. She hadn't been here long, but she'd been here long enough to have an idea of how it all worked.
She didn't bother trying to break out the window (though she did slap her palms against it a time or two in a token gesture) and turned her attention to the rest of the room. It was all right - maybe some sort of middle-upper class hotel or something - and the bathroom fell under the same in her mind.
Coming across the packed bag, Lana burrowed through it to try to find something to wear around ... and found the neatly folded pale peach sparkly dress. "Ooooh," she breathed as she lifted it free of the bag, letting it unfold. She'd never worn something so nice. She'd never had anything so nice. She'd never gone to a school dance - she'd never been able to afford tickets or a dress or anything - so she was pretty sure this was the first dress she would wear that wasn't just some simple summer dress on the extreme discount rack from an outlet store.
She figured it was supposed to be an evening dress, but so fucking what? She was going to wear the hell out of it for no reason other than she could.
With a gleeful little laugh, Lana hurried back into the bathroom to shower, wash her hair and shave, before drying off and slipping into the dress. Given its strapless nature, she didn't bother with a bra, but it seemed supportive enough for her small chest.
Finding the shoes that went with it, she slipped those on and wandered out of the room to see what the world outside her door was like. Fancy hotel, she was guessing, though she found the kitchen easily enough. Predictably enough, someone had found it first, and she offered the coffee guy a wave before she started toward the fridge. "Are you one of the breakfast making people?" She asked curiously. While she didn't want to assume someone was going to come in and make breakfast, she liked the thought that someone would. Even as she waited for a response, she searched around to see what was worth eating in the fridge if no one came to make breakfast.