Arisa was resting on the soft bed and the fluffy pillows of heaven. This was a great hotel room with all the service and treatment she was getting. Last night was interesting as her arm twisted for her hand to feel where her tattoo was located. She remembered revealing the tattoo to her friend and somewhat remembered all the questions that were asked. Quite interesting that night was. Motioning to the left was her friend, Alisa sleeping soundly and peacefully. Rather she was dreaming well or not, was out of the question -- she wasn't a dream reading or anything. Arisa laid there silently and then thought that maybe she could so something for her friend. Slowly she got up and got dressed in some blue jean pants that complimented her fit bubble butt and kept her white tank top on, but wore a bra under it instead of without.

Slowly she went towards the kitchen area of the hotel to grab some things, bought some ice cream, milk, chocolate chips, cookie dough and a few cups. 'That should do it.'. At first she scooped up six to double the amount in a blender, poured some milk, added the other ingredients and started the blender up. Her eyes watched them mix as it first made some grinding noise, some burning perhaps so she moved the blender a little.

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While that was happening, she walked to the bread, toaster and started up some toast. Next while waiting for both of those she started up some eggs on a pan and some bacon. She multi-tasked wonderfully while waiting for one and the other. First she went back to the blender, poured the milkshake in the cups for two, grabbed the toast, some mini-cups of butter, peanut butter and some jam (she didn't know which Alisa would choose). After such actions she walked to the pan to put the eggs and bacon on a plate. Her hand grabbed the serving plate to put all of that stuff on it and went back towards the room they were sleeping in. Yawning softly she had to excuse herself, not using her hands to cover her mouth before yawning.

Slowly she used her feet to open the door for herself and walked in, using her feet once more to monkey-toe the handle -- as she could close the door quietly. She didn't want to wake Alisa up. Of course she let down the server platter of fine silver onto the table all prepared, hot and ready -- besides the milkshake of course. ''Maybe I should take a shower while waiting for her to get up.'' she spoke in a super whispering quiet tone. For that she went to grab her suit case, lifted the heavy freaking thing up so the roller didn't wake Alisa up and closed the door behind her after turning on the lights in the bathroom.

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Yawning softly she started to undress and turned on the water for it to get ready. A small sleepy smile appeared on her lips as she felt like she didn't even have to lock doors from behind her. She has this problem that when she lives or is alone, she has to lock every door behind her -- with the fear of someone barging in or peeping on her. She doesn't know why, but it's a thing. Her soft hands grasped the door and walked right in after the undressing part. Right after that she grabbed the bottle of fresh vanilla and papaya shampoo, washing her hair slowly. The water that fell down against her body was refreshing. The smell of the shampoo was amazing. Her heart felt relaxing and so did the water. While taking a shower she heard Alisa thank her for the food in which she cooked and made for her dear friend. Her mind tried to remember everything last night. It was crazy. Next she grabbed the berry mint body wash and washed herself twice while she rinsed it off at the same time with warm water. She knew not to use hot water because otherwise, it dried your skin. Softly she hummed while continuing one with the shower.

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She turned to grab her tooth brush and tooth paste that had its dose of AIMK baking soda or some sort. It is supposed to make your teeth super white. Super white indeed... She wanted to stay flawless, but then again as an angel she could continue on her eating habit and never gain weight. The other problem was that she couldn't really lose weight either. Sure! Her body may form in proportions, but they change and go elsewhere. For now she had a perfect body; groping chest, plump fit butt, curvacious waist and wide hips - as well as diamond thick thighs. Her heart pounded as she heard Alisa come in, but too a deep calming breather to relax more. ''Morn'en.' she spoke while brushing her teeth, not proper Fiorian. After some moments, she spit out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth and grabbed a towel. Next she quietly got out of the shower and opened the door to let out the steam from the shower. ''Did you enjoy your breakfast?'' she wondered curiously. She hoped she did as she then went to eat some food herself. Her hips swayed, plopped on the cushioned chair by the t.v and grabbed a plate. Her finger wrapped around a knife, scooped up some peanut butter and watched it melt on the bread. ''Mmmm peanut butter...'' she spoke softly with a gooft smile. The creamy peanut butter, the smell - it was quite delightful. The bacon and eggs that were scrambled were just as good with pepper and a mince of salt. Arisa enjoyed eating for once as her nerves slowly calmed down after a month? She didn't really count....

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Legs crossed, plate settled as she forked her food to then gently place into her mouth. Her eyes of golden gazed straight as she let the wet violet hair drip the water onto the carpet floor. A small smile escaped her lips as she then soon saw her dear friend. Chin lifted, head turned, she saw her friend exit the bathroom making the feel become shifted. The food became all, a little and then to nothing as the acid in her stomach did not stall. Her red ruby eyes were gazing towards her -- so shiny and so pure. It made her wonder if maybe their friendship, relation would be her hearts lone cure. It could be false or true, but she won't know so for now it will be the fuse.

She finally was done with her food so she put it down on a dark wooden desk and stood up. Arisa knew she had to get dressed, but first she drank her milkshake from her own cup. Wiping her lips from the milkshake's foam, she then went to her suitcase to get some clothes. Colors, seasons and occasions -- those made it dependent on what to wear. There could even be an outfit for silly invasions. Soon enough Alisa asked if she was ready and with a nod she got dressed without the thoughts of crazy. Blue regular jeans, black jacket over her white bra and socks of white under some black hiking boots. What she wore, she didn't give a hoot. Not today, not tomorrow nor yesterday, unless it turned out into some date. This was a mission day though and that's when she tied her shoes to get ready to go.

Her fingers ruffled the zip tie as she over-topped the zip-up part over the thin piece it needs to connect to. Her jacket was black and was loose, stopped zipping it right under the bra wire part of the lower piece. Yawning softly without closing her mouth she finished getting ready. ''Ya ya.~ I'm ready Alisa.'' she spoke softly with a sleepy smile. Her head tilted towards the direction of her friend. She then remembered that she didn't brush her own hair yet. With no care in the world, she brushed her hair with her soft finger tips that had sharp nails. Arisa updated her nails daily rather they need stripped off, clipped a certain way or more protectant.

Slowly she exited out of the hotel with nods towards Alisa, understanding what she was saying. They had to do stuff for that fashion guy again. She remembered being told on what to do by the guy yesterday. She remembered that he wanted some good looking women to fashion some stuff or something like that. Her eyes of gold gazed by the corner towards Alisa, hearing her. ''Good looking?'' she blinked and looked around. It was hard since the way she was, nothing was really good looking to her so maybe she'll rely on Alisa just this once? ''Hey... Alisa? I have a hard time being attracted to...uh... people, 'strangers' to be exact.'' she tried to explain, twiddling her fingers and looking away. ''Can you perhaps find them?'' she questioned. Arisa will try her hardest in finding these good looking people, however it may be... but she doubt she could ever be attracted to anyone that she doesn't 'love'. It was the way she was, the way she will always be... No matter what, right?

That was always going to be remembered. Not the meaning, just the words as it had a funny ring to it. Her eyes looked at her friend's dark ruby eyes and nodded. ''Alright...'' she started to say. It was too late as she saw her go after some woman with blonde hair, spite herself not really liking the color. If she was to pick blonde for her own hair color, it was to hide from her Country, not for attractiveness. Her eyes looked at her in question, lips curving in a straight expression as if she wasn't impressed . ''I'll go look for my own. Good luck.'' Arisa spoke softly, smiling and waving up and down motion. She swiftly turned around and went out to go look for her own 'models'.

Yawning softly, the tall woman walked around to see if she could see any woman who could 'strike her fancy'. As of yet, no one has. There were women who were too thin and could see the outline of their bones and so on, she couldn't feel any 'fancy striking' towards anyone. She stopped walking, put her right hand on her hip and winged it towards the right. Her head turned, eyes wandered as she gazed around. All were not striking her as attractive. Her hand went up to her chin in a stereotypical thinking position. 'Mmm... What would I find attractive?' she thought. She automatically thought about the one and only dude she ever felt anything for.

Her eyes then caught a short haired woman with black hair, her eyes were like sapphires, body fit, medium chest sized and a great asset. Her hands touched her own butt and then looked at hers. 'Yep... she's the one. Go get her.' spoke the dark voice, imagining her rolling her eyes. She walked up slowly to her and bowed her head. ''Excuse me. Would you like to fashion model for a great clothes-line? You'll get paid and people will recognize your beauty like I have.'' she spoke so motherly, wondrous and soft. Her accent was out-of-this-world, but as the woman spoke -- so was she. ''I would love to.'' she spoke, smiling as sweet as herself. This felt perfect and her heart was beating quickly. Arisa looked at the girl's olive flawless skin in which she then followed her, walking towards Alisa. She went to Alisa and once she found her, she introduced to her 'friend' that she found. Soon and closely enough, they went to take the models to the guy that seemed rather different and got paid. Finally, after getting paid she left with her friend to do other things.

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