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Isla

"I'm full of them," she says of her good ideas, the scarf hanging loose around her neck and her coat open by the time Sunjata returns to her. "And I suppose you could always alternate. Perhaps people visiting the House of Midnight never know whether to find you in a suit or a cocktail dress. Mister throughout the week, Madame on weekends and festival days." And in truth, she's thinking more about Sunjata in heels and a feather boa than the decor as she trails after him.

That is, at least, until he asks his question out loud, and Madame Midnight pops out of her head for the time being. "Hm..." Folding her arms across her chest, she eventually gives a pragmatic shrug. "Well, clearly we need to christen the place before anything else, so take off your pants." And she even holds his gaze for a second or two, deadpan as you like, before her own joke gets the better of her.

Tittering and jostling against Sunjata, Isla gazes around the room. "Furniture is probably a good start. At the moment everything has been painted in similar tones - did you want to keep it that way, or should each room be unique?" That might even be up to the workers, in truth. "If you did want to live here, you could have the whole loft to yourself," she adds.

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives