[ Aerith laughs, bright and warm, reaching out to nudge back against Hilda just for a moment. When the other woman gets out of the bed though, she turns her head, politely averting her gaze despite the curiosity and interest tugging insistently at her insides. It's only once she feels the weight of the other woman settling back into the bed that she looks back, catching the barest glimpse of the scar across her chest before she covers it with the sheets.

It's not her business, so she doesn't ask. Instead, she looks with bright emerald eyes over the tray and the variety of foods filling it. ]

Despite everything, they treat us pretty well here, don't they?

[ But Hilda is asking her a question, and so she shifts her attention, listening to the other woman as she nods. Does she have any questions? Well... ]

Is it always like this? Cars that lock you inside until you have sex, endless parties, gambling games and roulettes that end with you holding a sex toy you're expected to use...

[ She pauses, a small frown forming on her features. ]

What happens to those who decide not to play?