The binge drinking Great Gatsby bullshit, the BDSM nightclub, that's not my scene. But sure, I indulge. Napping by the lake, smoking, expensive food. Might even have some stuff going on that isn't fit reading for the eyes of a queen.
I've had the pleasure and privilege of developing relationships here that, I dunno if they'd survive if we left. Love's my big indulgence, my selfish reason.
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[ compelling, clear. it's a genuine observation, though it's obviously intended to stall. excavating the truthful pieces of herself takes time. ]
I mislike how the castle keep is never clean. It's gone to the rats.
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Not a problem here. Not your problem here, anyway, since some of these parties seem to get pretty messy.
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[ she obviously hasn't attended any since the night of the wolf, but his answer gives her an idea to guide this discussion elsewhere. ]
Have you indulged?
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The binge drinking Great Gatsby bullshit, the BDSM nightclub, that's not my scene. But sure, I indulge. Napping by the lake, smoking, expensive food. Might even have some stuff going on that isn't fit reading for the eyes of a queen.
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"Stuff" that affects your preference for this place, mayhaps.
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[ there’s no comfort to be offered, when she does not believe love can survive under all conditions, however brutal. it didn’t for her. ]