Aurora stared at her suddenly environmentally conscious fiancee, not replying.  Once he began to do the dishes she responded by walking over and turning on the small radio in the room and adjusting the dial until music could be heard.  Then... she began to dance. 

At first, the dance was fun and light-hearted, but then... how she looked at him changed and eventually her clothing began to fall to the floor.  Item by item and in a way that wasn't a mockery of burlesque... but in the actual style of it, Aurora moves about the room.  

As the song came to a close and Aurora was nearly nude, she disappeared into the bathroom and from inside threw out her panties and turned on the shower.  A giggle from within his only invitation if he should to make the environmentally friendly option and conserve water.

A short while later, Billy tossed a towel to Aurora from the rack.

"I really do need to actually do those dishes you know."

He chuckled and looked around the room.

"Mind if I ask you where you learned all of that? Or should uh, I not want to know?"

Aurora's smile hadn't left her lips. She squeezed her hair within the towel's folds as she spoke, "Frances Bacon."  There was zero chance he knew that name.  "Of course most of the world knows her as Faith.  She's a friend of my mom's from way back."

She looked to Billy wondering if he'd happened across enough burlesque to know who the woman was.  "Faith Bacon?  Famous burlesque dancer?"

She shouldn't be surprised.  Despite being a red-blooded American, he didn't know who the hell Fred Astaire was either.  She shrugged.  "Well, mom and dad bought her a small theater and dance school.  I never saw her perform for men, but I must have watched her practice a dozen times or more.  Mom used to go visit with her sometimes and she would always leave me speechless.  I wanted my body to be as pretty as hers when I danced.  You know?"

She shrugged.

"So, in private, I'd practice what I could remember from her routines.  I'd use my clothes or towels instead of fans."  She sighed.  "She passed away a few years ago."

She quickly dried herself off and dressed for the day.  Once she helped to dry and put away the dishes, she put on her guns on beneath the leather jacket she'd swiped from her father.  The morning was well in swing now. 

"Shall we met back here by no later than two to go pick up Brigitte then?  I mean, I should be able to handle my work between now and then.  How about you?  Or would pushing it to three or four be better for you?"  She knew Billy had a lot on his plate these days and she didn't want him to feel bad if he needed more time.

Billy was buttoning his shirt.

"Shall we met back here by no later than two to go pick up Brigitte then?  I mean, I should be able to handle my work between now and then.  How about you?  Or would pushing it to three or four be better for you?"

Billy shook his head.

"Two should be fine, I can get everything done I need to. Part of it is really just checking in on land holdings. I'm still figuring out where I'm going to put my damned cigar place in this city. No abandoned warehouses to pick up on the cheap, I gotta build it myself. A blessing and a curse really. On the bright side I'm much less worried about humidity than I was in Detroit."

He added his shoulder holsters to his attire before putting on his own jacket.

"She's gonna be thrilled, and maybe, if we're lucky, she might be happy with us for a bit. I like seeing the two of you happy."