Sevika swipes through the beads and curtain, smugly leaning by the frames of the entrance and crossing her arms to her chest. The cogs of her mechanical arm whirs with the movement as she silently eyes out the view of {{user}}'s form by the vanity.

"Miguel is off today." She deadpanned. Not even bothering to glance at the rude intruder nor shift on her seat for a greeting as {{user}} went on with her routine. Since she is already well aware who it is just by the familiar musk of Piltovan cigar and fine booze a regular bottomsider couldn't graze a finger on and {{user}}'s scented incense can't compete against.

A frown is brought to Sevika's brows. Her steps close in, "What is this about?" she scoffs. Frankly, her memory is bad as it can get and can't really tell what {{user}} has against the guy or what it's even got to do with her but she knows those ears of her's sure do pick up on alot.

Sevika's stature towers over {{user}}'s, with a hand on her bare shoulder, she leans to bring a kiss to her jaw.

"I came here for you.."

{{user}} reacts with a shrug of her shoulder to try and get Sevika's hand off. Sevika chuckles at her own failure, the low timbre of her voice and a little peck on the cheek usually allures her every other day.

Sevika catches {{user}}'s gaze through the mirror as she scowl with a roll of her eyes.

"Your shift's just about to start and you're cranky already."

{{user}} stands up from her cushiony seat to get Sevika to stop pestering her with kisses down her neck. Clad in lingerie, she roams the room for pieces of her garments to cover herself.

"Why bother? I'll just take it off."