[SE] mud free zone

Lily Oh. Her back room. And no, that’s not a euphemism. Lily’s happy look turns into something a little more sly and mischievous as Amun slowly reveals just what kind of man she’s dealing with. He’s got a couple of the facts wrong about her room and such, but that’s ok, she doesn’t mind pointing him in the right direction. “Hate to burst your bubble, but the room is actually in my house. Where I sleep. And let me tell you,” she says with a delicate arching of a brow, “it keeps me the happiest woman in the Grounds.” She sighs in contentment and pleasant memories, “but it is by invitation only.” She gives Amun a look. “So best keep up with those compliments, Mr. Arlun. Though something tells me you have an endless supply of them.” Continuing to inch forward and chase out the mud, darting to one side every now and then, she continues the easy conversation. “House of Revelries was supposed to be my Cabaret joint. I’m not sure if it’ll be one now… people here don’t seem to be much interested in music and revelries unless it’s a big site-wide festival. Maybe I can change that? I don’t know.” Offering up a care-free shrug, she seems to imply that it doesn’t bother her. “I’m from a place that seems to have multiple portals across different times. Bastien is from my world. Oliver too, I think. But he was kinda vague and didn’t seem to know much. It was… pretty stiff and boring, actually, compared to Caido. Women didn't have a lot of freedom.” Her gaze empties a bit as she begins to mentally go back to Virginia, remembers telling Melita about Scheherezade and her reaction - but catches herself after a moment and shakes her head to clear her thoughts. “I don’t miss it much.” women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand