She tilts her head and grins at the protests of her new vessel. Oh this would be fun. Such a pure soul. Completely untainted by the world. There was no doubt. This needed to be changed. All of it. With ease she teleports herself to a bar, convincing the bartender that she was at least twenty one without too much trouble. Her vessel argues against it, by the end of his you will see reason, girl. What you see as wrong, it's all fun. The only thing preventing you from it is those pesky morals. That annoying little book. In the end it doesn't matter. She silences her vessel and settles into the bar, humming softly to herself as she does.
Happy with the reaction she gets from the other girl she goes on to tell another story about another strange hunt she went on, clearly embellishing it a bit to make it seem more comical than it actually was. All the while she begins absently glancing at the bedside table, checking constantly to see how long this has been happening for.
(All good, I just hit that state, should we just kind of skip through the rest of this?)
