H-353: Little Isle Manor House, Parlour
Lia’s Body language skill allows her to detect a kind of inner smile in Raina that she’s mostly not allowing to reach her face, instead seeming mostly relaxed.
She also allows the silence to sit for a little, then asks, “you spoke of that which brings you joy earlier.
“Why is it that you do what you do, pursue the things that you pursue?”
Lia takes a moment to process that. It’s a longer moment than it might be if she was sober.
She rolls to face Raina more fully, pillowing her face on her right arm. Her jacket gapes considerably, revealing a large swathe of Lia’s ribs and stomach and the heavy swell of her left breast, though the lapel of her jacket still covers the nipple.
“Why?”
She seems to be pondering this deeply.
“Lots of reasons I suppose. Different reasons for different passions.”
A beat.
“I enjoy people. They fascinate me. I like the challenges in this line of work – the different people I encounter – each one presents a unique puzzle.”
She is becoming more animated as she speaks, her hands decorating the air with pictures.
“I like that I have to figure each one out, find their stroke points, their triggers, where to apply just the right amount of pressure…”
She gives Raina a sparkling grin.
“Who wouldn’t want to do what I do?”