one way or another

"A piano?" They echo, sounding wistful and amused all at once, and in the quiet of the temple Lily might just hear the tinkling of keys upon ebony and ivory. "Such a simple request. One to bring joy, one to make merry." They laugh, pinning her with a suddenly hot and heavy stare. "Easily done, my flower," they purr, stretching out languidly upon the altar and letting they eyes slip shut. "All things have a price though hon. You know that." Frey grinned without opening their eyes. "That lovely little room of yours... put it to use, won't you? Let me hear a symphony of voices moaning, and you shall have your music in exchange. Agreed?"