"I know!" exclaims the Haunt. "I just don't understand it. Too much jewelry, too much make up, with hair all done up in a fancy dress...I just, don't get it."
"Ha. Of course getting a tattoo hurts. You have to brake the skin to get the ink deep enough. I think I heard somewhere that some tattoos hurt less, and some more because of placement, or how big or detailed or long they take." Alice tilts her head in question, "But...stars. That's awesome, I love stars. Maybe...your first one was a facial one because it's a declaration. You wanted the whole world to know that you weren't your mother, and you'd follow your own path." Which...sounds like something Alice needs to do. She needs to think. She needs distance, and-and. Prayer. She needs to pray, in this moment, Alice wished more then she had in a long time that she wasn't the only Acolyte in the Domain.
"Maybe it's because of those moments when we're trying to make it seem like our Beast isn't freaking out, even when it totally is." Alice knew that's probably the reason she's had to increase her talents in acting. "Oh. If-if it's not weird or offensive, or you don't know. But...how long did he watch you for? And...what forced his hand?" a jerking shrug, lips quirked up in a normal looking smile, which probably meant she was trying to smirk. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure there's some Daeva somewhere that finds tattoo's extremely...uh. Stimulating." there's an embraced coughing sound, "Besides, you remember that old guy? He was a Daeva. Soooo....yeah. Not saying you're in the same place as an older looking kindred, but you're you. And I can easily see, if things went a little differently you might have been a Daeva, like how I was almost a Mekhet."
Alice nods her jerking strings pulled nod. "True. To both!" a hollow laugh, "I wish I didn't need to wrestle with my Wraith, but...at the same time...if someone with their's Masked tried to ambush me...I really wouldn't know it until it was too late." Which was why she's been a little insistent about getting some training from the Savage.
"Oh! You got a point there. I can see the internet trying to figure out, and theorize all about just who the writer behind the words is."
Alice nods, still jerking, always jerking and strings pulled. "It really was nice, a night to just let our hair down and have fun." Alice's head tilts again, "No, I don't think it's weird, or crazy. You're relatively new to the Invictus, all the titles and stuff must still feel new to you."
Kicking her feet once more, "I was. Sometimes Haunts are hard to talk to, or it's hard for them to talk. Each one of us is different, so it's a little about personality, and a little about our...extras." that was better then just saying 'curse'.