Calling a... 'Private' meeting. [Private]

It'd been awhile since Amaya had tried to contact anyone from the meeting, but there was one person there, aside from her Sister, who had caught her attention. As she lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling, she couldn't help but let her mind drift back to the visage of a rather stunning looking woman. She was short, roughly 6 inches shorter than Amaya herself, she had short brown hair and her outfit was... less than concealing. In fact one might even compare it to the black dress that Amaya was wearing right now, it barely came to the middle of her thighs after all. She had hardly spoken to the girl but her attention had been caught, standing up from her bed she walked over to the door and buzzed one of the many beautiful waitresses they had "Can you please have Superia Regalas informed I wish to speak with her in my Private Chambers at her earliest convience please?." She said into the speaker, a few moments later a female voice responded that she would ensure it was done immediately. With that now done Amaya could do naught but wait. In truth the anticipation caused Amaya to question whether to have that request cancelled or not multiple times, every second she waited she thought of just cancelling it. What if the response wasn't the same? What if her flirtations were unwanted? What if Superia just decided... Amaya wasn't worth it? Fear began to slowly creep into the back of her mind as she began to pace back and forth, She wiped her hands repeatedly on the bed as well. She'd never felt like this before so why not? What was it about this girl that made her feel.... whatever this was. Her hands were sweating, her chest felt constricted and she felt like something was gripping her throat and crushing it.

In all of her days she'd never had something like this happen, even when fighting Seran she didn't feel this weak. Moving over to her bed she placed one hand on it as she sat down, Her hands clasped together as her thumbs began to twirl around each other. Her legs shifted about restlessly, looking about she began to wonder about her own looks, not that they ever changed. Moving over to her nightstand she began to rifle through it but to no avail, whatever she wanted wasn't there... so perhaps the closet? Quickly she moved over to it and began searching through it until, her eyes fell upon a loose fitting tan dress. Gulping for just a moment she quickly began to shimmy out of her tight black leather dress, wearing anything under this thing would be rather... unwanted. The black dress was just barely loose enough to fit without anything under it, besides that Amaya found no real reason to wear anything under it... Why bother? Nobody ever saw it other than herself. As the minutes went by it took Amaya roughly 4 or 5 minutes to get out of the leather dress, tossing it to the floor she didn't expect Superia to be here anytime soon. She reached up for the tan dress and pulled it from the hanger, pulling it over herself she moved over to the mirror and began to twist around just a bit to try and see what she looked like. Doing a quick twirl she smiled to herself and nodded, pleased with how she looked... Hopefully Superia would appreciate it as well.