The slender redhead slid the keycard into the reader. She had to do so three times before it registered, and she did this with a roll of her eyes and a sigh. There was always something.
The door opened, admitting her into the room. Her traveling trunks had been unpacked neatly, as per her meticulous instruction. Her favorite cosmetic and other female fripparies were sorted off into their boxes and tables.
The cognac of one eye darkened to a sweet clover honey color, and she stripped the business suit from her form with a relish that was typically reserved for something nearly torturous, rather than an article of clothing.
She stood clad in nothing but black silk and lace, a creation that covered not much of her alabaster skin. She sat at the vanity, beginning to brush out the long strands of red. In this light, her hair simply looked red. It was shameful. The silvery bright of her other eye looked in the mirror, gazing back at her.