Ariadne hopped off the bed when Arthur came back. The skirt was way past her knees and the flip flops were pretty big as well. So Ms. Perfect had long legs, so what. The fact that Ariadne looked like an orphaned twelve year old did not help matters much.

She looked up Arthur and sighed. But beggers can't be choosers. And at least it wasn't the blood stained formal dress. Though Ariadne had to hold the skirt. "When will we be in Paris?" She asked sarcastically.