[Lust has no expectation of privacy. She doesn't mind that Blake's followed here. It's just an illusion, anyway. A pretty dream to have while awake.]
I'd much rather be home, in pajamas, physically capable of getting drunk.
[She notes his stunned curiosity.]
Not what you were expecting, was it? This is the home of my birth. Please don't let my unnatural corpse pallor fool you, I come from a desert tribe. How has the evening been treating you?
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[Lust has no expectation of privacy. She doesn't mind that Blake's followed here. It's just an illusion, anyway. A pretty dream to have while awake.]
I'd much rather be home, in pajamas, physically capable of getting drunk.
[She notes his stunned curiosity.]
Not what you were expecting, was it? This is the home of my birth. Please don't let my unnatural corpse pallor fool you, I come from a desert tribe. How has the evening been treating you?