[ It's always the cute ones that stumble into weird eldritch pacts. She wishes she could say the same for the body formally known as Debra, but she had very little say in the process. Deb wouldn't ever admit to picking a body for its looks, but she isn't impervious to vanity.

Pretty just happens to be compelling. Deb smiles in return. A little excitement before she tampers it down, stepping through the threshold with a little sway of her dress dusting her hips. ]

I thought you're not supposed to eat before a swim.

[ Got her there. It's late, and she's not here to feed in any sort of way. Her eye darts to the foyer, scanning around before twisting back on one heeled boot. ]

Okay, but this place is really cool though. Am I special enough to get a tour?