Emily bundles huge piles of clothes into her closet, trying desperately to finish tidying her room.
When will you learn, Emmy? Tidy up before the day.....
The lounge was clear, but with Mable the werewolf fully expected to head to the bedroom at some point. Or, ideally, first. It had been a few weeks.
The last of the stray clothes (that she noticed) was hurled into the closet just as the timer began to beep on the oven. Wearing only matching blue knickers she dashed out to the kitchen, turned off the alarm and finished off the glass of wine. She headed back into the bedroom and pulled on a fluffy robe, and looked in the body-length mirror.
Totally hot.
Emily finished off her lipstick (A deep blue to match her eyeshadow and underwear) and blew a kiss at her reflection.
Mable was due any minute.
This is a private scene approved by the Werewolf storyteller as long as all rules for Shards are maintained.