[Widowmaker simply called out to Wanda, choosing not to move from where she was at her window. Wearing a white satin robe, hair down, the spider had a glass of wine in her hand and her gaze firmly planted on the mist laden view outdoors. She couldn't -see- anything through the fog, but that didn't seem to matter.
Her room was still somewhat sparse (for her) with a couple excellently crafted wardrobes on one side, a vanity with a mirror on the other, a couple mostly empty bookshelves, and a small collection of wine bottles on a small table by a chaise lounge. Some of the bottles had been opened but most were sealed. Her four poster bed had dark purple drapery about it, though they were tied back at each corner, and a bedside table had a lit candelabra... and a picture frame laid face down upon it.]
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[Widowmaker simply called out to Wanda, choosing not to move from where she was at her window. Wearing a white satin robe, hair down, the spider had a glass of wine in her hand and her gaze firmly planted on the mist laden view outdoors. She couldn't -see- anything through the fog, but that didn't seem to matter.
Her room was still somewhat sparse (for her) with a couple excellently crafted wardrobes on one side, a vanity with a mirror on the other, a couple mostly empty bookshelves, and a small collection of wine bottles on a small table by a chaise lounge. Some of the bottles had been opened but most were sealed. Her four poster bed had dark purple drapery about it, though they were tied back at each corner, and a bedside table had a lit candelabra... and a picture frame laid face down upon it.]