Ari had to laugh, and she bent over to give Crystal a big hug. "No precious, just part of it. We've got an apartment up on the third floor. But it's big, as apartments go."
She led the kitty up to their home and opened the door. The place was comfortably furnished with three bedrooms and a shared bath, all very modern and hip, but not so hip it became hipster, because fuck that shit. Fuck it right in its nose. Like, all up into the sinuses and everything, just fuck it.
"This is the bedroom," she said, opening up the door to her lair of fluffy, frilly girly things that was totally at odds with the rest of her life. "You'll be sleeping in here with me. So fluffy." She moved down the hall, opening the next door. "And this is my little art studio. I could have made it a guest bedroom or something but that's a waste of space. And over here is the rape dungeon." She opened the heavy locks on the last door, revealing a surprisingly well soundproofed room with various shackles and such anchored to the walls. "Super duper important amenity, there."