Boy, that was an understatement. She had popped into the salon earlier to see that everyone was playing cards. Not exactly exciting stuff. She went back and finished up everything that needed to be done - unpacking, sending telegrams, etc. And now here she was again. With nothing to do. Bored out of her mind. She was starting to feel homesick already. Sighing, Porcia dragged her feet a few paces agsint the deep red patterned carpet, enjoying the breeze that came through every time someone walked in from outside. What this place needs is a good party. The wheels in her head started turning now. Maybe a slumber party. She hadn't been to one in such a long time. Would people agree to it though? Only one way to find out. She left a note at the desk to go out to all the ladies of the establishment: an all girl's dinner to be held tomorrow night in the Blue Lotus, followed by a slumber party in Porcia's suite. Bring your pillows.

This should be fun, Porcia beamed, especially since it would all go on Mr. Howell's tab.