Luxurious with a flare of opulence

The car ride is uneventful, lasting about twenty minutes before they arrive at an ocean view condo. Twisted's front paws press against the sedan's window. His attention is locked on the water's edge. He licks his lips and his tail tip flicks back and forth. Ivanna giggles. "Hungry already, Twisted?" He looks at her then tilts his head. "Mreow?" She lets out a soft sigh. "If only you could speak." She rubs the top of his head, causing him to nuzzle hard against her hand. Zin'qosh glances back at them. "Come on. We should get inside before anyone takes note."

Ivanna takes note of how dark it is getting while carrying Twisted in her arms up three flights of stairs. 'Time sure flies when your life is in danger.' Her eyes look out to the ocean. A gentle, cool breeze accompanies the sound of water softly crashing against the land's edge. 'At least the view is nice here.' Incha pats her left shoulder. His bright orange eyes piercing the night air. Her mouth slightly opens. "Oh, right." She continues walking after Zin'qosh until they reach the fifth condo on the right side of this floor.

She takes a look around for any real markers, but all she notices aside from the lavish door is the number 305-B. 'Well, that's simple enough.' Zin'qosh glances at Ivanna. "This'll be where you'll be staying for a little while. I suggest you do not leave for at least twenty-four hours." Incha gestures back toward the steps as Zin'qosh looks his way. She reaches out a hand, running her fingertips across Twisted's head and across his left ear. "We're going to pick up some supplies and -glances at Ivanna's hips- clothing. We can't have you walking around like that when you go out again."

A soft click comes from Incha's direction, causing a weird expression to cross Zin'qosh's lips. "Rude." She says while glancing at Incha before looking at Twisted. "Now, go in and make yourself at home. There is some chicken in the fridge if either of you are hungry." Ivanna nods, holding Twisted a little closer. "Okay. Thank you." Zin'qosh and Incha walk off without saying another word, leaving Ivanna's words hanging in the air. Once they are gone, Ivanna nuzzles her face against Twisted's side. "Ugh, I know they don't really care about me, but that made this feel even more awkward!"

She softly sighs before looking at the condo's door. '....?' After briefly looking over the door, she remembers that she has the key in her inventory. She uses it to unlock the door and heads inside. When she turns on the light, she gasps upon what she sees. Upscale would not do this place justice. The floor is made of white oak with a fresh coat of wax, the walls are painted white, and the ceiling was ribbed with an ascending wooden trim that gave it a look of an old rectangular amphitheater.

Twisted leans in close, sniffing her face gently before pressing the tip of his nose against hers. This brings her attention back to her immediate surroundings. "Sorry about that. Did you want something?" He purrs softly, nuzzling the top of his head against the underside of her chin. Soon leaping from her arms onto the floor and makes a dash for the kitchen just down the hall and to the right. By the time she catches up, she finds herself in front of a white oak trim refrigerator.

The only reason she knew it was a refrigerator was the two glass panels revealing the goods that lay just beyond. There were many normal items you would expect, like eggs, milk, juices, and yogurt. This was all well and good, but the chicken that had been offered was not what she expected. What she saw was a perfectly pan seared chicken, dusted lightly with several herbs and spices that she was unsure of. Twisted lifts his front paws in a full stretch, pressing his large paws against the glass, causing it to lightly fog.

He glances up at her and lets out a loud, almost **** meow, followed by the cutest trill she had ever heard from him. She chuckles and quickly retrieves the chicken. "All right. All right. I will have it ready in no time." It isn't long before she warms up the food with the nearby microwave. Twisted and Ziggy head over to the table. She blinks, seeing Ziggy heading for the stools near the kitchen island and sink. 'Oh, that's right. Ziggy isn't a normal centipede..." While the food microwaves, she takes a look around.

The cabinets are stunning distressed gray oak that pair nicely with the slate and white marble countertops. That is when she notices a door to the right of the countertop. 'I wonder where this goes.' Upon opening it and turning on the light, she finds the laundry room, the water heater, and the air conditioner/heater. 'Interesting place for these.' An unfamiliar beep pulls her attention back to the kitchen. "Oh, good." She retrieves the heated food and serves it. While they eat, she glances at the living room just a little behind her. The furniture looks just as luxurious as the rest of the condo. "I guess being a bounty hunter pays really well."

That is when she notices a huge, 244" tv. Her eyes go wide. 'Holy shit. That is a big ass tv!' She picks up her plate and walks over to the plush, cream leather couch and sits down. Her eyes never leaving the tv. 'I wonder what brand it is.' She shakes her head. 'Don't focus on that. I should use this time to get used to the layout of this condo.' She wanders around, noting every detail she could find. There are three bedrooms, three baths, three regular closets, a huge walk-in closet, large foyer, living room, dining room, kitchen, and even a terrace with two tables and ample seating.

By the time she finishes looking around, Twisted is laying on the couch and Ziggy is curled up on the stool he had been using before. She smiles, moving to clean up after them before sitting down beside Twisted. "We've had a rough day, huh?" Twisted doesn't move. A soft purr begins to emanate from him as she rubs the top of his head. "You don't seem stressed at all. Maybe I should learn a thing or two from you, huh?" She closes her eyes and starts to nod off. Her mind wandering through the different events of the day. However, she forgot something important. Will forgetting to lock the door come to bite her in the ass? Or will it be fine?

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Torso: Long-Sleeved White Blouse (Lacy Pink Bra)

Legs: Lacy Pink Panties

Feet: French Sole Red Flats (Ankle High White Socks)

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