[Late. Early. Whatever. Although the faint buzz of tiredness nags at her hindbrain, a meal, a drink, and reasonably good company help stay the need for rest. The Empire's no slouch in decor and atmosphere even with the lights dimmed.

But that might be because all of it belongs to Bella, who sinks with relish into the plush chair she owns.]

Old enough to know I deserved the spanking I got. I might've earned another since, but nobody's fool enough to have a go at my arse. [As though discussing weather changes, she sips the brandy.]