Clothes lined the closet interior. Slinky red dresses, tight black get ups, revealing tops and micro mini skirts all with matching shoes. She let the sheet fall to the ground as she walked further into the jungle of fashion and couture. "I feel… purple today." She proclaimed to herself as she pulled a deep purple halter top off a hanger. "With jeans." She added picking a pair of faded jeans out of a drawer. Suddenly her head perked to the side and she stood perfectly still as if listening to a distant conversation that would be lost if she dared to breath. She heard the click of the door opening and light foot steps bring someone into her suite. "Mrs. Vivian?" Asked a soft guarded male voice. She exhaled and let a smirk play at the corner of her mouth. "Yes Mr. Walsh?" she answered as she slipped the jeans over her long toned legs. "A car is waiting for you Mrs. Vivian. I've instructed the driver to take you straight to Smallville, no stops." The voice responsed with more confidence but still a pleasingly guarded nature. She walked out of the closet still tying the halter top strings around her neck. "Thank you Mr. Walsh." She said standing proudly before the full length mirror once more. "Do you think this is too much for rural Kansas?" she asked looking over her appearance. She smoothed out the shirt making sure that she only showed as much bust as she intended to. The one she called Mr. Walsh looked over her outfit and shifted his stance uncomfortably. "I think you look ravishing." He riposted finally. Vivian played with her hair, pulling it into a pony tail, then a twist before letting it fall around her shoulders and sweep across her back. "Thank you Mr. Walsh. You can tell the driver I'll be down in ten… make it fifteen." She said. Mr. Walsh nodded and gave a slight bow before leaving the room as silently as he'd entered. "Watch out Smallville." Vivian said to her reflection. "You won't know what hit ya." She added as a mischievous smile took over her appearance. A hint of joy could be seen in the sparkle of her vivid green eyes.
She spun sharply on the ball of her foot and walked towards the bed side table. She fastened a silver necklace around her neck and ran her slender hand down the chain to the charm that hung just below her collar bone. She smiled as she ran her finger over the form of an Egyptian cat perched in a pharaoh-like posture. She grabbed up her phone and camera from the table before gracefully spin again, grabbing up a pair of black sandals and walking out the door of the suite.
She headed down the long hall towards the elevator humming an infectious tone she'd heard earlier that week on the radio. It was a top 40 hit, not what she usually listened to but like a good top 40 should it caught her attention and was now stuck in her subconscious. Pushing the button to summon the elevator she felt her hips begin to sway as she danced to the beat of the song. "I don't give a… if you're looking at my…" she sang softly as a bong reverberated through the empty hall behind her. The doors opened and she stepped into the empty elevator taking the space in the right corner. The song in her head was overpowered by the soothing music playing through the elevator sound system. She wandered if it was good for a bands image when their song official became elevator worthy. Just as her mind was taken over by questions about press and musical talent the doors opened on the lobby floor.
The short stature Mr. Walsh was waiting for her and rushed over as she stepped out. "Good morning again Mrs. Vivian." He said with a rush. "I've loaded everything you specified earlier into the awaiting car and I've passed on your exact instructions." "Thank you." She replied walking through the lobby towards the revolving glass doors. "Will… will you be returning soon Mrs. Vivian?" he asked as she stopped at the door. She placed her hand atop his head as she picked up her foot and put on her shoe. "I will be staying in Smallville for a short time Mr. Walsh. I will contact you…" She switched hands and feet before continuing. "When I've decided further." She finished. "Very well Mrs. Vivian. We hope you enjoyed your stay here in Metropolis." He said. "I have thank you." She said with a radiant grin. She walked through the revolving door and didn't look back at poor Mr. Walsh. She allowed the driver to open her door and she climbed into the black town car. The windows were so darkly tinted that from the inside she'd swear it was almost six thirty. "Smallville my lady?" the driver asked closing his door. "Yes." She answered getting comfortable in the leather interior. "Smallville." She added.
