>>5135784You look about her home: a small suite on the ground-floor of a creaking, curving structure that is probably held together as much by minor magic as anything else. The interior is… Cramped. Cozy. But warm despite the slightly breezy and cloudy weather outside. Every available surface hosts a book, and well-dusted bookshelves abound—this staffer takes her study, and her hopes of becoming a true Tower student, seriously.
“You look awful,” Paula says, bluntly.
You just smile, hiding the annoyance.
“Sorry,” paula quickly replies. “It’s just…”
“I haven’t sslept,” you interrupt, speaking truthfully.
Paula nods, frowning sympathetically. “It’s awful, what happened. Is Edwin alright?”
You hide a frown at the waves of fear and affection you sense radiating from her in accordance with this question. You remember how a covert exploration of Edwin’s mind two or three days ago revealed his deep affections for this somewhat-awkward, magically-gifted girl—this glorified janitor and gofer—and the fondness he had for her laugh, her freckles, her laugh. You recall how he’d thought—in passing, but not just once—that she might even understand him better than you, and that HE certainly had a better understanding of her. Understandable, really—you have kept so much from him, for his own protection—but still…
“He’ss fine,” you say, “resssting at home.”
“Ah,” she says. “maybe you should do the same? I’m serious, Izzy, you look exhausted.”
“I am,” you admit, advancing and licking your lips, “but I think I know jussst the fixxx.”
What do you do?
>Seduce Paula and sate some <WANT>, then leave>Drain Paula dry, greatly refreshing your <WANT> at the expense of this romantic rival’s life>Vampirize Paula and then use ectoplasmic puppeteering to make her a thrall, and order her to never see Edwin again without your express permission>Sate <WANT> with Paula, and mesmerize her, but only to help spread false theories about the attack on the Tower being related to Southern Demonists>Write-in 