((This is a little later in the day than when Alidia has arrived in Another New Adventure, although that storyline is still progressing.))

The room was her. It was the best description she could make of it. Walls of pastel yellow with the faintest lace pattern in a darker gold caught the cheerful sunlight that streamed through the windows. The bed in the midst of the room was covered by a thick and fluffy white duvet and a mound of multiple pillows of different sizes and shapes. Sheer curtains added to the serene atmosphere as the barely opened curtains caught the light fabric and tossed it gently with a cool breeze.

All of the bedroom furniture was a beautiful deep mahogany. Two mirrors graced the room, one above her dresser and the other above her wide vanity. Her fingers itched to fill the bare vanity top with her favorite lotions, creams and cosmetics. She could go shopping! It was almost as if someone had designed this room for her that knew her tastes intimately. The door behind her opens and she catches a quick glimpse of a female maid behind her, though the maid gives an apologetic smile and backs out again. Ali shakes her head and waves her forward. The girl is obviously hesitant to do so, but comes in with Ali’s luggage after Ali bids her to enter again.

”It’s alright, I was going to go back downstairs and find a drink anyway.”

As she walks back down the hallway, she frowns when she realizes that she had not even looked at the closet. She almost stops and turns back around, but the maid would try to leave again and Ali didn’t want to talk her back into staying again. She sighs as she continues on downstairs. She and her closet would bond later, as she graced it with her collection of shoes.

She moves through the downstairs of the house, weaving through the rooms that were even out of her way just to see if she could find anyone occupying them. No such luck tonight. They all seemed to be doing their own thing for right now. She shrugs and heads towards the kitchen with a loose plan of convincing one of the kitchen staff into making a blender full of margaritas.

It was the worried look of one of the kitchen girls that brings her to a halt. She leans in through the doorway and finds… someone she didn’t know. Her lips part as a slow breath draws in across them. She, of course, felt a kinship with all of the blood Desiderios. But whoever this was bustling around in the kitchen smelled like Morlis. There was a familiar feeling of her creator’s presence in this woman. Ali slowly realizes that this must be one of Morlis’ daughters… Salome or Carese.

Though she eventually becomes less concerned of the woman’s identity and more amused at her particular cooking style. She surmised that this Desiderio daughter was trying to prepare a meal for someone else. Who as she trying to torture? Ali’s laugh is covered by a cough into her hand as she pushes from the doorway. The jean clad, petite though made taller by high heels, brunette crosses across the kitchen to assist/get-a-better-look-at Salome.

“The best way is to allow the kitchen staff to prepare it.” No, there was no way she could keep the amusement out of her voice. The same female staff member walks up behind Ali and gives a quiet nod, seeming excited that she had someone else behind her cause now.

A glimpse of sky blue panties has Ali’s eyebrows lifting just a bit. She as intrigued by this short woman’s colorful appearance. One couldn’t help but admire Salome if one was an appreciator of pretty things, and Ali definitely was that. She swallows and watches the back of Salome’s head since the lady really hadn’t turned around as of yet.

“Unless this Ari is your pet dog or something, I do not believe she would appreciate a peanut butter steak.”

And then there was movement over the lady’s behind. Ali began to swat at whatever creature was assaulting this short woman. Her hand had risen above her head, angled to come down with a resounding slap right on top of Salome’s ass. Then the form became much more defined and emerged as a tail. She froze in place and watched that tail sway back and forth, almost as if she were being slowly hypnotized by it.

The pretty thing in front of her seemed to get even more intriguing by the minute. Even if she did seem a bit irritable right now, like a kitten that had been dunked in water.

Ali moved forward and began to investigate the progress that Salome had made so far. The smile that spread across her lips would not be denied, but still.. Ali managed not to laugh aloud. She reaches over and turns up the heat on the stove top.

”That should speed the process along but really,” She gestured to the ball of flame in Salome’s hand. ”That will cook it much more quickly than this stove will. You can grill the steak over an open flame. I prefer it that way.”

She suddenly realized that her suggestion could be a bit dangerous for someone that was obviously demonstrating a complete ignorance in the preparation of food area. She almost thought to show the imp how it should be done, but decides that whatever conclusions Salome would draw would be much more amusing.