Moving Forward

Lily listens, trying to mask her initial thoughts (as she imagines a successful businesswoman might) at the proposition. Nodding a bit at the end, she considers the offer in silence, glancing towards her bedroom with a thoughtful expression before turning her blue eyes to Bastien in curiosity. “I have a counter proposal, but before we even begin business, it all must be done under the promise that this isn’t a way to try and get the room - my home - back.” After all, he’d deceived them by ‘dying,’ before. And she can imagine that the room, with all its magical endowments, would be very valuable to Bastien - even if Rex were no longer here to enjoy it with him. It isn't mean to be an insult, but the entertainer had learned over the years to cover her ass, even when it wasn't necessary. Lily must admit to herself that she’s a tad skeptical of his reasoning. For the Ascended - well, she has no problems with that, and perhaps they could use a bit of fun and multiple orgasms, given all the death hovering around their group. But who, specifically, is he talking about? Amun? Surely not Wessex - the stern face of the former Queen is hardly one she can picture in orgasmic bliss. Samuel? “Assuming we can agree on that, we can negotiate. Have to admit that I wasn’t aware a lot of Ascended attend your parties.” lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin