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How are my lovelies tonight?

Serra smiles broadly and again gets up so she can hug Batty, then returns to her lovely pillow pile.

-Huggles Miss Serra-- a bit too long, and leans up against the nearest wall, tucking her arms underneath her breasts- Just lazing about, then, I see?

-Pokes Batty.- Where's Funk? I wanna party

-Pouts-

If there rum involved, I'll party.

Or some girly drinks.

"Ugh...partying is loud." Serra turns away from Liosh at the mention of parties, then looks towards Batty. "I love being lazy. And lazing about. But I suppose I should move a little more." Serra rolls over onto her belly.

-Shakes her head, smirking- Thats our Sloth, for you..

>_> I don't know what you're talking about. The kind of party I want isn't very loud.

"Is it a party where I can stay right here? I'm okay with THAT kind of party..." Serra stretches out playfully.

Yes. It's a sort of party to which pertains to certain areas of a house.

"That sounds like a party my dear Lust would agree with." Serra smiles coyly.

Very much so.

A pillow party of course >_>

"Did someone say girly drinks?" Dolly had turned her music up louder to drown out her boyfriend's nagging with her headphones. She frowned sadly, dreaming of the drinks that she wasn't allowed to have.

"I might be able to get your mind off drinks if you come lay over here with me, my dear Dolly." Serra wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Dolly descends to her kingdom on black wings shimmering with a green shine. She sighs and goes about the empty room, organizing and fixing it up to meet her standards of quality. It seemed that no matter what she did with the place, there was always someone else who had done better. The thought pissed her off to the point where, at regular intervals, she would hurl an item at the wall in a fit of frustration and then immediately pick it up and set it back in its place. Struggling to settle on one theme, her surroundings had become a hodgepodge of mismatched furniture and trinkets crowding the space. She would often enlarge her quarters to make room for her things, or make the space smaller to give it a more cozy feel, depending on her mood. Despite her efforts, however, she was never happy.

With her, she had brought several new items of clothes and books, and she set about putting them in their proper place. She changed into a few of the pieces of clothing - none of them matched, but somehow they ended up looking almost as though they belonged together on her tall frame. She spun in front of the mirror, a false smile on her face at first which turned quickly into a dissatisfied frown. They would have to do for now, but already she was thinking of what else she had seen the beautiful women of the world wearing and how she could get her claws on them.

"Of course, nobody would be here..." Dolly pouted and waved her hand, and a chaise lounge pulled itself up for her to fall on. She draped herself over it pathetically, lamenting her loneliness. Of course, her constant bragging and tendency to demand attention was sure to drive others away, but what more did they expect from Envy?

Serra opened her eyes briefly to see all the changes that Dolly had done. "My, my, she certainly does like to make things look nice...I'd help if it wasn't so much work..." She rolled over and closed her eyes yet again.