Another reason.

Slowly and deliberately, Carol climbed the stairs to Simon's office in his quarters. As she reached the landing, she peeked around the corner and saw Simon sitting at his desk, reading over reports on his computer, slouched comfortably in the large leather chair. One elbow rested on the arm of the chair and his chin rested into said arm's hand. He didn't look up but Carol knew that he knew she was coming from at least the elevators down the hall from his quarter's door. Much like she knew he was in his office without having to check the computer.

Carol took a step around the corner and leaned up against the loft railing that overlooked the bottom half of his quarters. She was wearing a shimmering, iridescent dress, gathered bodice that pushed up her clevage and a fitted waist. Glimmering silver she took another step towards his desk and saw him look up over his lap top from behind her blonde hair, it was draped over an eye and covered half her face. Taking another step, she moved her hands behind her and stood off to the side of his desk, back about 20 feet.

Slowly Simon's chair rolled out to the side to look at her fully. Looking down at her shoes, she put a foot forward, flexing the muscles in her dancer like legs. With a dramatic twist, she took another step and turned herself around, showing the back of her shapely calves and drawing his attention to the new silver strapped shoes she had picked up earlier at the shoe store with Shay and Ambrelle.

Quietly and in a purring voice, Carol asked, 'You like?'

Simon ran a long finger in between his lips as he read the reports from Marthinus regarding the outer regions status, specifically his visit to Johannesburg and the impending meeting with one Iov Hammerthynn who represented Stafford Enterprises. Marthinus had a way with words, but the report was still painfully boring, citing ups and downs in the revenue being brought in from Duibne's holdings around the world. It was during this insanely boring task that the little niggling at the back of his neck signaled to him that Carol was near.

Running his finger along his bottom lip, he reached out and tried to sense how she was feeling. Normally Carol's hyper self could be felt from anywhere in the Domicile, but right now she seemed calm, almost...predatory. He heard his door open and then close, then the clicking of Carol's heels on the flight of stairs that led up to the office loft. In his periphial, he watched her peek around the corner, her hair all toussled and looking glorious, if not freshly fucked. He shifted in his seat at the thought. When she took the first step around the corner, he allowed himself a slight grin - then he rolled himself slowly over to the side to see what she had wanted and that's what he saw them.

Simon never fancied himself a 'foot man', but Carol had a beautiful set of legs and her choice in sandals always seemed to thrill him slightly. She moved one delicate foot foward and showed him her new shoes, strappy sandals with a high heel. He shuddered at the thought of how much they might cost, but then its not like she didn't have her own money to burn, coming from her rich family. He stayed in the same slouched position and looked at her, chin in hand, finger running along his lips. Her dress was a brilliant sheer silver with a loose bottom just reaching above her knees. Simon slowly took in her features starting from the shoes, up her strong petite legs, to her small waist and past the gathered material at her breasts that seemed to be pushing them up on hope alone. Her hair had that messy classic look and was down over her shoulders, but the hint of bare skin could see be seen under the cascading blonde hair. His eyes flicked back down to the silver shoes. Carol's feet were petite and her toenails were french style - clear with white tips.

Simon slid a finger past his bottom lip and touched a fang. 'Come here.'


((ooc - Simon and Carol out due to inactivity and i'm having issues with it!))