Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

She snorted, sitting up.
It was clear to everyone that Venny wasn't the cleanest specimen, not the most pleasant. But for Vanity, having that weight pressed on her was...beautiful.
Perhaps Alison was too much of a free spirit to want that feeling such as Vanity did.

She smiled at her, "Then perhaps a woman would take your fancy."
Wow Vanity. So subtle. Her gaze cast away for a second to check herself, then slid back to the General with a soft smile.
"Forgive me, I'll take my leave."
She stood, looking to go. If Alison wanted to press further, then so be it. Vanity wouldn't complain.