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Isla

"Too much work," Isla repeats through a drawl, and the grin on her face suggests that yes, perhaps Sunjata is absolutely getting old if the idea of fucking the night away isn't appealing to him. (It's not a judgement she'd usually make, but this is Frey's demigod before her, come on).

Having never met Noah - and so not really knowing about his abject hatred of her virtue of being Ascended - she can only offer a softer smile to hear about the news of his soon-to-be new arrivals. It doesn't stop there, though, and perhaps there's something telling about the ease with which he's able to list off those who wouldn't attend, because Isla shifts to sink down into the seat next to him rather than retreating back to the bar.

"Well, more fool them," she murmurs. "And I've met Maeve - I taught her some first aid, if I remember right. I'm sure she'd still come to visit, even though she has her own brothel to run. Maybe she can give you tips." She winks. "As for the others, they probably wouldn't be the type to enjoy this sort of place anyway. We could put up notices - we might be surprised who shows up."

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