>>19329327Then Sola expresses her doubts. Her suspicions. Or perhaps, her fears. Priscilla can feel the alcohol starting to hit her now. But she’s not quite drunk. She could still *manage* herself, the way she normally would. Speak and act in a controlled manner that may as well be rehearsed. But instead she lets the alcohol win out, and the practiced smile and gentle touch of the shoulder she’d typically employ when massaging the fears of someone whose trust she desires never comes. Instead she tilts her head slightly and chuckles
>Y-you’re right to feel that way, Sola. I mean, I’m who I am, I *should* be lying, or playing some sort of awful trick on you, right?Priscilla shakes her head
>But… I’m not. I might be that monster, that puppet master, but I really wanted to help my friend’s sister be someone great. And then I met her, and I didn’t want to do it because she’s my friend’s sister anymore, I wanted to do it for Carmody herself.>And then I met you. And yeah you don’t have Nikki’s figure. Or Amy and Colby’s attitude. But you’re so… normal. And yet so complicated. I can see it in your eyes. There’s so much going on behind those eyes.>I shouldn’t care. I’m Priscilla Divine. Th-this should be all be about making as much money off of you as possible. But just being here in this strange little apartment with a low roof that I know isn’t strange or low roofed at all to either of you, but only to me, because of how different our lives have been feels like the most real thing I’ve experienced since… I don’t knowReverting to type and regaining her typical poise, Priscilla looks Sola deep in the eyes
>So no, I’m not lying to you or playing a game.