[She smiles, a glint in her green eyes as he grins at her. She's not the most modest person in existence, to put it mildly. She's accustomed to using her body, being looked at as an object of desire. Sometimes it's a good feeling, and sometimes it's part of her job.]

There were two other girls as Famine and Pestilence, and an ex-mafia swordsman that happens to be a co-worker of mine as Death.

[She orders a Vodka tonic, figuring there's less to screw up than a martini. It makes a good drink to test the waters, so to speak.]

Chaos and dramatics. It was quite the spectacle. Though everything seems like a spectacle today.