Gilda watched closely as Alice got up. Her hunger had been sated and there was only satisfaction now. Though you never could tell how long that would last. Lazily, she pushed herself up to her feet. At some point, probably instantly, her towel had fallen off into the water and Gilda's hair had turned into a wet and tangled mess. It was worth it. She picked up the towel and wrung out the water best she could before wrapping it around her hair again. She was not going to have that wet mass of hair clinging to her back. The feeling was not one she enjoyed.

"I would love to see you again, kaninchen." Gilda replied. "My room is 38C, if you can charm your way into the Lulim dorms, and I expect you can." She threw a teasing smile in Alice's direction. "It's just me and my sister there, any time you want to feel the heat with somebody, I'm sure one of us will gladly oblige. Though you'll find her fires slower to rise and cooler to touch than mine." Gilda watched as the girl tied up her hair, it seemed a bit of an inconsistency, that a wild girl could keep her hair so restrained. Perhaps Alice hadn't let everything loose. The thought was terrifying and oh so desirable. Gilda wanted to plumb the well further but they'd likely outstayed their welcome and any sense of good taste. She knew that tonight would stay with her for a long time, and some of the marks that Alice had left would stay with her for quite a while as well. Her old green friend arrived again deep within her heart.

Greed, she wanted Alice to join her crusade. A little, well, a lot of dirty fun was one thing but passion, desire, and a mind with control like a ballerina was too wonderful to pass up. "Kaninchen." Gilda called out lightly. "You should think about joining the student council with me. There are too few girls around from Miator with the spirit to see the best thing for Astrea be done."

Alice couldn't help but chuckle softly once more. She'd have no problem getting into the Lulim dorms. She'd already charmed her way into the Church long after curfew a couple times for a quiet place to think and for general solitude - a strange place for a sinful spider to seek occasional solitary refuge - for she was no angel, despite her snowy white appearance. That pure white appearance of hers had been corrupted by far too many sins to be repented. Room 38C. Alice would make sure to remember that room number. Gilda had earned her interest and a reason for her name to be remembered by the spider. Perhaps her sister would too. Ah, the possibility brought the ghost of another smirk to the frosted lips.

She had held herself back a little this time. While her fire had been stoked to its fullest, she hadn't unleashed her true predatory potential. Partially, it was due to the fact that she hadn't tangled with another predatory in quite a long while, and also that she had wanted to see what this cheshire cat could do. The results had been pleasing. They ushered Alice to view the girl with mutual admiration and respect rather than as just a wisp of vulnerable prey. Because unlike all the others the malicious widow came across, Gilda seemed very confident in her ability to hold herself to her desires and passions and knew how to put them to expert use. She simply acted on her desires upfront, and that struck fond in the widow. An admiral predator she'd turned out to be. One Alice wouldn't mind sharing her frozen web with again if paths were once more crossed. That was a rare decision for the ivory figure to make.

Again that foreign name was projected. Iced orbs returned to the green beauty as frosted hands busied themselves with getting dressed. Join the student council, hm? Alice disliked being in the public eye. She'd considered the student council a few brief times, though never acted on it. Smoothing the layer of frills at the edge of her black, almost knee-high skirt, she contemplated the offer. "The public eye is no place for a spider nor a phantom. Neither the white rabbit, whom pulls the string from behind the scenes." She began. There was a pause as lily-white fingers fiddled elegantly like a thread-spinning spider with the small green tie at the base of the portion of the top that had been left open. "Though I do agree with the lack of spirited maidens from Miator."

She slipped into her signature black heels. Looking back to her company, she brought up a frosty hand to deliver one last ice-cold caress to the side of the warmer face. "Perhaps I will." There was a bit of lingering playfulness in the phrase, but Alice had weaved it into an open-ended seriousness for the most part. She let the hand fall from Gilda's face back down to her side. It was performed with her natural elegance. Tonight had been certainly delightful. Unexpected, yet not unwanted at the slightest. Perhaps the rabbit would pay the cat a visit some time. For now, however, it was about time she took her leave. "Thank you again for tonight, my dear."

Gilda dressed herself in her school uniform. It was easy, simple, and she knew it looked good on her. She did it slowly, casually even. She was showing off, not so hidden treasure's on display, letting Alice get whatever parting looks she wanted at the prize so recently taken. And at the telltale signs that a ravishing had occurred. She'd been called an exhibitionist by her sister though Gilda didn't see how that was fair or accurate. Of course she knew exactly why you could come to that conclusion. Gilda considered herself bold. Brave even. She came right out with what ought to be done and what she wanted, sometimes. She did have a tendency to rehearse a lot. Still, she didn't see any reason to be coy or hide anything. After all, there was nothing left to hide that hadn't already been explored in detail.

Gilda smiled sadly at Alice's answer. "I suppose it was a long shot, but I had to try. We shall all be sorry to lose you, though I hope something comes along and changes your mind." Gilda let the cold hand stroke her face. Alice was cold, it was strange. The heat of the bath must have left her very quickly. To leave on such a cold response, Gilda would not have that. The ice queen ought to go with a little extra fire in her belly. "Alice..." Gilda grabbed Alice's hand as the girl was turning away. She pulled the other girl to face her and pushed forward. Gilda loved love, Gilda loved passion, Gilda loved kissing. Gilda poured her fire into that one kiss and held it for several moments before she slid away. "You're welcome."

The light of the spider's icy gaze washed over the green beauty as she changed. Alice usually played to modesty, but with attractive company and the fact that the other was obviously showing off all she had whilst changing, she figured it was only natural to catch a few glances of the not private scene. The last time she had seen such a scene was of her dance partner but by pure accident. But unlike that time, this one welcomed the presence of her gaze. That frozen gaze found the female body in general entrancing. Even more so when in its natural state. The gleam of the soft skin and the sleek curves reserved for the female body alone. Alice couldn't quite recall a time where she had been attracted to males. Had she ever longed for a prince charming? There wasn't a memory pertaining to the internal question.

"Perhaps. It all depends on what falls into the spider's web." She responded with a habitual flick of an ivory hand. Whether the sentence made sense to the other or not, it didn't really matter all too much. Alice still held her arachnid poise, albeit reduced to a frosted white rabbit of Wonderland in the occurrence of this night. She'd come here to think and get way for an hour or so. She hadn't desired to be near any other student, but now she was glad she had encountered this fellow predator. Not only just another predator, but a skillfully irresistible one at that. Just as she turned to leave, the snowy royal heard her name be spoken. Her hand was seized, too, and before she could react, she was pulled back to face the cat. Alabaster hair swirled like a snow flurry at the sudden action.

A pair of warm lips pressed against her colder ones once more. Another passionate kiss had transpired. It was warm and ablaze with the ardent fire still blazing within the other girl. This was certainly a girl of passion. Alice managed to return the kiss with some passion herself, though not nearly as much as Gilda's. Her frosty demeanor held it back. The kiss soon ended and the other glided away with a simple response to the icy dancer's previous verbal statement of gratitude. The passion of the kiss had caught the widow by surprise, and for a second her mask cracked to allow a look of albeit pleased shock. It lasted for only a moment before it was frosted over. The kiss only made her desire that blazing passion more, but she knew it would be better to leave it where it was tonight. Touching a cool finger to her slightly warmed lips, a single amused chuckle rose from Alice's chest. Gilda sure was something. 

"Farewell, for now, my dear cheshire cat." With that, she performed an elegant bow and gracefully pivoted about face an a heel. The spider had been beaten in her own game this time. She didn't mind the rare loss, really. There was always a next time.