where? the embussy

Modernity is amusing on all it’s sights, all the lights and the drinks on the tip of one’s fingertips if one reached for them. The perfect recipe for self-destruction, she must admit. The perfect recipe, if there was not another life waiting for her as soon as this one ended. It’s enough to put a bitter taste to her drink as she swallows it, the bitter taste remaining throughout it all and souring her mood further. She keeps drinking, despite the aftertaste, the money she had gotten from Octavian sitting heavily on her pocket and all but telling her not to worry about the cost. She is staring into her vodka, when she senses a spirit approach her. Dionaeia throws the spirit an arched look of curiosity.