"Are you sure?" She made a play at eyeing him over, to gauge his truthfulness. He sure is...pretty. The thought came unbidden, making her shake her head just a bit. And as she listened to him continue about the party gifts, and his sincerity that they indeed worked, Anna found herself staring at his lips.

Which was fairly inconvenient as it distracted the witch from following precisely what the, very pretty, man was saying. Blinking after he obviously concluded what he was saying.

Mark, gets all the laced stuff...hot and bothered.

Something like that. The girl bit her lip and nodded softly. The line was curious, and she had mixed emotions about it, but from a purely aesthetic view, she found it ugly. A direct conflict on her own personal thoughts about a relationship that this place tried to force upon all. She had decided that she did not like it, but at least it was 'honest'.

"From what I remember, it is pretty harsh for submissives here, especially if they don't have a contract." Something she was trying to keep from thinking too much about at the moment. Else she'd just throw her hands up in the air at the ridiculousness of the demand.

She felt a pang in her center, causing the girl to shift in the booth a bit. A small fidget, at least Anna tried to keep it that way, slowly blinking.

"Though, I don't think there was much discriminating by the vendors." A dry chuckle, her expression shifting to one of resignation. After all, how could one resist all this.

Being out in the cold sure as shit didn't help any.