The guildmaster sat at the bar, all by herself, waiting in the lounge all alone, idly stirring the glass in her hand inbetween sips... She'd clearly come by to wait for somebody, and for her to have dressed up like that, nobody who looked had any questions left as to who exactly she'd dressed up for... Clad in a silky, sinfully short dress as blue as the deepest ocean, cut halfway across those supple, succulent thighs and leaving most of her back open to the slightest of breezes blowing across her smooth, alabaster skin, Alisa Vollan's cocktail dress left oh so little to imagination as simply sat there with a delighted, antecipating look on her face, those long, luscious legs crossed beneath the counter, the tip of her heel idly rolling against the foot of the bench as she looked over her bare shoulder, shooting a cursory glance towards the stairwell:
"Fufu~... I wonder what she has in store~...", mused the sculptress, idly admiring her own reflection in that perfectly clear glass of gin and tonic... Taking a long, satisfying sip as she found her glass nearing the end, she shot a curious look out the window, brushing a loose black lock behind her ear as she admired those vibrant hues of orange slowly turning violet, shifting across the spectrum until they reached the starlight night sky she so desperately craved, along with the beauty she'd share them with.
Those palpitations in her chest... As though she was waiting by the door for their very first date, Alisa felt as though it was only yesterday when she first fell head over heels for her bewitching beloved, and couldn't help but wear a soft, delighted smile on her face:
"We... Haven't really had a lot of time for each other hmm...?", far be it from her to blame her two beautiful daughters for this, but the needs of their newborns combined with the perpetual dinner and lunch parties in Valerica left little time for the two women to indulge in one another...
But now here they were... Back in Fiore, only a babysitter or two away from the night together they so desperately craved... Just thinking about it had Alisa shifting her legs under the table, idly running a hand down the silk of her dress, tracing her own curves, smoothing out kinks and creases as she shot yet another look back to where she expected Sofia would descend from~