The young lady in the forest-green didn't even get the chance to step out of the limo fully before the aura of the building wrapped around her, almost to a suffocating degree. It was massive. Not unlike the mansions owned by the riches of the rich back home, but it was pretty damn big. A pair of lips scrunched up as the instant chill came to wrap itself around her as well, and she had decided to put her rucksack on the floor and fish out a warmer jacket to the top she was wearing, but the thought was quickly dismissed since there wouldn't be nearly enough time. So, for the moment, she kept her rucksack, sky-blue, black, and mismatched with her outfit slung around her shoulder. She also used a finger to daintily adjust the frames that sat on her nose a little higher, so she could stare up at the mansion as they were led closer by the chauffeur. She was barely listening to him, or the chatter. It was magnificent, how the buildings stood proud and reached up into the amber sky, and the foreign architecture. The maintenance was, unsurprisingly flawless, and from where she was, everything looked polished, clean and new. The façade of the building was a little intimidating, to say the least. It made Erika gulp. Just a little. Too much and she'd have choked when jogging up the stairs in her excitement with the heels of her boots clack-clack-clacking away against the marble, her own individual sound among the shuffling of everyone else's footwear. Sneakers, dress-shoes, you name it. Though they all headed in unison. Up the stairs. Past the gates. Into the unsettlingly welcoming maw of this graceful Victorian beast.

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She barely had a second to catch her breath before being taken aback by the loud, assertive voice of one of the smartly-dressed people the group had been greeted with. Grey eyes darted around in a desperate curiosity, wanting to see how the others would react. Though it wasn't for long before her gaze was stolen by the man speaking again. Who had a homely charm about his speech, to boot, though his appearance had initially made her assume he would have been of a stricter nature. Perhaps not necessarily a murderous one, like most normal people would have thought of someone 'kidnapping' people to some faraway country in such luxurious conditions. 
The driver had now left their side too to join the company of the others, and the row finally looked complete.
Erika was almost too dazed to shake the man's hand, barely hanging off the words that came from his lips and past her ears. She was a serious of mechanic nods and smiles and more nods and more smiles and biting her lip and biting her tongue and-
[i]Nervous.
Well, they're not so bad, I mean...[/i]

Each of the members was unique in their own little way. The young man, the old man, the young lady and even the two of the staff members. Erika's eyes scanned them all, as analytical as she could be. The old man didn't say much and his son led the whole show, but she felt a kind of respect for him. If he had made all this, he must have been a brilliant man. She even almost found herself blushing a little herself when the pretty young miss of the house waved, though she bit her tongue. She was very, very pretty. Were all Swedes this gorgeous?
It appeared so. If there was one terrible, terrible weakness Erika had, it was cute foreigners. Especially when they smiled. Her knees went weak in those boots when the chauffeur flashed them a smile and she found herself consciously blinking a couple hundred times to make sure it was the same guy. It was difficult to keep this calm and composed young lady otherwise from murmuring gibberish under her breath and blushing a little too. That same guy who seemed so stoic at the airport. The same guy who held the door, and though by obligation, acted so gentlemanly and-
[i]Snap out of it already.[/i]
And she was snapped out of it indeed, flinching when the events suddenly turned to a certain miss Ingrid Olson. It was charming to see how fond her boss was of her, but meeting her cool gaze was a little unsettling. Grey eyes refused to let it go, however, blinking back with a question that wouldn't be answered.
Introductions were up swiftly, and the group given a rundown of the mansion. Half of which Erika found herself listening to. Though all the important bits stuck, thankfully. The other half of the time was spent quite shamefully stealing glances at the charming Felix. [i]Felix...
Listen to the blonde, damnit!
Okay. So, the basic rundown. Keychain is room on second floor. Four floors. Go get dressed. Party at eight sharp. Three hours left. Cocktails start at seven.[/i]

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Jamming the key into the door with shaky hands and pushing it open slowly, a certain jaw dropped straight open, though it wouldn't be the only one. The room was...It was...
[i]Perfect?[/i]
Everything Erika had wanted in a room was there, and waiting for her, and the luggage stood in a corner, so out of place. It was so much to take in that she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, staring at everything with wide eyes and a jaw that seemed to be broken in the fact that it wouldn't go back up. How? Why? When? Who?!

The room was an L-shaped one, leaving the private bathroom as a set of double-doors on the right. It was the first thing she looked at, and though she did have a little bit of difficulty with the sliding-sheet nature of the doors, when they were bunched up on either side the bathroom beyond was gorgeous. The entire thing was done up in the most beautiful shades of brown, woody and creamy, and white, and the average accessories here and there accentuating the bathroom than being of much practical use were a beautiful shade of island-blue. The first compartment into which you'd step in was a pair of twin sinks, and there was a sheet of glass that you could push open separating that from the section with the bathtub on the right, a huge affair in white that was square and seemed to be carved into the side of the little room with thick dark-brown ledges all around, even a little step at the foot of it to get in, and for a minute she had to wonder if it was a hot-tub or not. In fact, it could surely double as one. She ran her fingers gingerly along the side, noticing the finest shower-gels and shampoos and who-knows-what lined up in a corner. Some of them were a treat, fruity essences and all. There was a shower too, so both options were provided. It was just a glass separation a little away from the bathtub, a small, semi-circular thing not too far from it but still in the same 'section' of the bathroom, The other side of the bathroom, past the sinks on the left, was behind another swing-able glass door and consisted of the usual, though Erika was pleasantly surprised to see someone had been burning an oil in a little corner there already. Just how she liked it. It smelled heady, and floral. The bathroom itself was so lavish, it was difficult to imagine what exploring the room would be like.

A guitar stand stood against a wall, which Erika quickly loaded with her acoustic. So convenient, right there. Not too far along the same wall was a vanity, and it fit into the entire caramel-and-cream theme of the room. All of the room's walls were painted a pale cream except one which was a darker mocha. The longest one, that too. The vertical part of the 'L'. Along with that, there was a walk-in closet not far from the bathroom that stretched on a good five metres, and was about three and a half wide, that they'd even fitted a lazy-susan inside in the very center, that almost made the girl shriek, and it took her a quarter of the time unloading her coats, and shoes, and just general clothes into the hangers and onto the racks as it took getting it all packed in the first place. After filling drawers with essentials, notebook, laptop and all, and decorating nightstands with little trinkets, she actually noticed the bed, or moreso, its 'contents'. It was a queen-sized beauty, well-made and inviting, though the basket atop it caught her eye and she couldn't help herself from crawling onto the bed and grabbing a packet of sour-cream and onion crisps and stuffing her face as she looked through the pamphlet provided.
[i]Cool.[/i]
About a quarter of the way through the crisps and the entire way through the brochure, the party rose up to mind again and she cursed under her breath for having forgotten it. Erika decided she would indulge in a bubble-bath. For about an hour of the time she had, at least. And that's exactly what she did, and proceeded to make herself up for the party.

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A curious pair of glossier grey eyes peeked past the spiral staircase at around half-seven before the woman who they belonged to made her way down slowly. A more prominent clack-clack-clacking of heels. White and more dainty this time though, with the heels being a little taller as well, three to four inches this time to be exact. Her hair was done up to leave her bangs free as longer strands were braided and brought behind her head, held together and falling into the rest of her hair, with little waves at the bottom, how her hair naturally fell. She wore a gown of royal-blue, short in the front and longer in the back, almost so it trailed some inches on the floor behind her, though the front fell away above her knees in delicate ruffles, leaving a good deal of those legs previously in skinny jeans to be seen and her being a little bit nervous about how she stood out a little among the mostly fair crowds. Her skin wasn't so that she was an exceptionally dark shade of brown, but it was still a mocha that could be told apart from the mode: white. Though she held her head high and proceeded to make her way down the staircase, matching clutch holding her phone and some cash just in case, and her frames actually being replaced for the clear contacts she wore out. Though they didn't hinder her vision in the slightest. She still stared at everyone, and the beautiful hall, and all the beautiful people. That is, until she was interrupted, and jolted back to reality.
"Ah, maybe...just a tall glass of water for the moment, thank you."
She had decided she'd wait to see what everyone else was having, or what they'd recommend. She was, by no means, an expert on drinks. Hell, it'd only just become legal for her to do so a little while ago. She'd want to try different things, but being given advice prior would be great.
She flashed a gloss-lipped smile to the waiter and gave him a little bow of her head, choosing to hang by the arm of the staircase for the moment, at least until she'd spotted someone out in the crowd she recognised.