[Arcueid tends to think that two out of three of those are good. She wouldn't want to be a submissive, because it'd be a whole lot of work, and she is very cute, thank you for noticing, and being cute makes a lot of things easier. Though she isn't going to pretend her looks haven't caused her trouble.

And the dress is nice, even if it isn't quite her style. At least, not right now. When she notices the girl looking, she grins across at her, sets her plate down and puts her arms behind her back, leans forward, letting her eyes keep wandering.]

Nah, if God wanted to punish you, he'd do it much more painfully, I think. [Arcueid's talking about something pretty heavy, but her tone's light, casual - she doesn't put much stock into things like that, for. A very, very long list of fairly obvious reasons, that she isn't about to share with some kid who's clearly smashed.]

But for the booze - imagine if rocks were liquid? That's what swallowing vodka feels like.[Not that she's a connoisseur - she'll certainly never be the type that sits at the top of a castle sipping wine - but she likes flaunting some of her experience.]