"A man after my own heart!" She plays her fingers along the plunging neckline of her dress and you do your best to ignore it. "I wanted to invite you to my latest exhibit tomorrow evening. I know that there's a distinct lack of notice on my part, but what is art without spontaneity? Besides, I think we've all had our fill of dreary topics—Anarchs, petty squabbles, crucifixion, blah, blah, blah. Everyone who's anyone is going to be there."
You've been to several of her 'exhibits' before; they're mostly excuses to wine and dine among the elites. Your attendance eventually led to your arrangement with Alisha allowing you access to her blood dolls. Ever since then you've made sure to attend her functions—it's worth an evening a month to save you the wasted time and mess that hunting your own pre