Phagora stumbled out of the kitchen, clearly putting her infernal liver through all sorts of abuse. With what must have been a half-dozen bottles of wine in her, the glutton awkwardly crashed into Empusa, her speech well and thoroughly slurred as she looked the blonde up and down with appreciative eyes before doing the same to Dexter.

"Well, hello, you- hic- two. If you have anything planned, I'd be happy to join you. The more the merrier, right? If not, then could you please help me to my room? I... I haven't been able to find it yet." She came to a leaning halt against the wall, waiting for their response. Honestly, she'd be perfectly fine either way.