Arching a brow, Dante was treated to much the same roving appreciation he offered the woman standing with hip cocked in his entranceway. Legs that didn't quit, hips-for-grip, an hourglass figure that kept perfect time and a rack big enough for a clearance sale, the pink-haired woman was the sort of girl men pulled out of embarrassing magazines. She knew it. She flaunted it with a tight leather jacket zipped low enough to serve her puppies up like fresh peaches and what appeared to be a skirt in name more than function.

"Well I didn't plan on standing in the hall all night," she snorted, flicking her long bangs back with a twitch of her head as she swept past, smelling vaguely of hot cotton candy, strawberries and warm pound cake. Kotemon shuffled in behind her without more than a brief bow to Dante.

Stiletto's clicked audibly as she swept in, mint-colored eyes drifting over the surroundings with bland indifference while hands worked the over-burdened zipper over her jacket down. Green leather coat sliding from her arms, a flick of the wrist sent it flying into Dante's hands and face and proved that what she wore underneath was a rich burgundy satin mini-dress kimono. Shaking the sleeves out and turning on one foot, she tilted enough to throw herself onto the couch, arms stretching out along the back of it, long legs crossing at the knees in a squeak of patent leather.

"Not exactly a man-castle but I'm sure it'll grow on me..." she drawled, picking at the couch fabric with a lazy smile before adding, "...like a fungus."