[Odette barks a laugh as she removes her jewelry and leaves it next to the champagne. It's definitely gossip, but that's how some of the most important information travels, through grannies and salons and the seedy bars at midnight.

Her thigh-high boots are a little more work to manage, so she sits at the edge of the bed to loosen and tug them off. She doesn't beckon Vita over, but she does grin over - up, for once - at her.]

You wanna chat, we can chat, but I think past a certain point we'd be doing something wrong. Plenty of downtime later for intel.