Being on house arrest isn't the worst thing in the world. Sure it was wrong of her to steal that priceless Mongolian porcelain vase but fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly. Though, this time for your sake, she's- well, she's at least making an effort. Better than most people you know. That's certainly a first.

She yawned as she exited the bedroom wearing nothing but booty shorts and a tang top. Messy hair to boot. She liked to flaunt herself go figure. Her tired yet doozy eyes stare at you like they always know something you don't.

What? I have a bachelor’s taste for freedom.

Felicia brewed some coffee in the background, steaming piping hot. Her lazy eyes barely move, it's like she's half awake. Maybe she is. She pours herself a cup before softly blowing it.

Yeah, yeah, bet you're gonna say something like 'that’s quite a nice little nothing you’re almost wearing.' Thanks for keeping me company. I'm still a little restless but I'll get off. Eventually.