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"My desire?" Arya says, leaning back in her seat. It's much more spacious in the private room than in the public seating, and Arya can uncoil a bit more, especially once she lets her tail fall to the floor right in front of the Mïttehalle's feet. The canine siblings sit and wait for her response, no doubt trying to get her to say something lewd so they could have their way with her like that gazelle, but that's not how she plays.

With a shrug, Arya responds. "Honestly...? I could really go for a strawberry and white chocolate egg cream soda. You just don't get that kind of pleasure out in the villages, you know?"

Mauruvius snorts, sitting back with his arms folded over his chest. His sister, however, leans closer, her smile only growing. "That's a very natural response, certainly. But I was thinking maybe something you couldn't ask the trolley boy for. Tough, really, maybe I should call him over. Aren't you a bit peckish, brother?"

"Haven't you had your fair share of protein for this trip, sister?" Mauruvius jokes. But yes, why don't you go get that trolley cart, Miss Arya, if you're so hungry for a treat?"

Arya's tail slaps against the floor with an annoyed irregularity. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she hisses and pushes herself closer towards him.

The dog does not flinch as the snake approaches, but instead keeps his eyes fixed upon her own.

"You really want to know?" Arya asks, her tongue flickering out, not sensing any fear on him. "Maybe it's because someone looks at me and they assume I want to take a nice big chunk out of them instead of get a soda? Maybe it's because people either want to slap me down or act like with one false move, I'll wrap them up in some death hold? Maybe, it's because all I want is to sit down, relax, and just be a normal person, instead of the niece of a crime lord, instead of the daughter of an assassin, instead of a manipulator and a murderess?"

"A fair desire," Mauruvius says, nodding plainly. "I can see why you'd want that."

"But wait," Mia says, her eyes scrunched in recollection. "Aren't you a master of disguise? You can fit that big, impressive, strong body of yours into the body of a blond amazon. You can go far away where the people who see you don't see a dangerous snake. You've done both of those things, but suddenly, they aren't any good to you?"

She turns her attention to Mia, sliding up, one hand on their seat as she hovers over her. "That's a lie--a lie that I've lived for so long and don't want to live again. I want my course to be clear. I want to get to a point in life where people look at me, and they're proud. I want people to admire me, to love me. I want a warm body to have next to me on cold nights, one that doesn't see me for what I can do for them, but just wants to be with me and not be afraid that I could crush them to death."

"There's more," Mia says, her tail wagging now. "Go ahead, don't be afraid to share with the class, Miss Arya."

With her eyes closed, she brings her hands to her chest, exhales, and sits back on her seat once more. "I just... I just want to be with someone.... Someone who makes my heart flutter when their keys go into the lock on the front door. Someone who has that same feeling when I'm there to answer him. I want someone who won't ever become some beer-bellied bastard who expects me to wait on him hand over tail. That's my desire, siblings Mïttehalle," she says, her eyes flashing open. "Can your pleasure society give me that?"

Mauruvius looks to Mia, who in turn gives a quick nod. The sister stands up a moment, then walks on over to the other side of the car to sit right next to Arya. Without any fear, and with no hesitation, she wraps her arms around the snake, burying her face against her side.

Arya, stares at her a moment, her hands moments away from shoving her off when she catches Mauruvius falling to his knees before her, lifting up her tail and running the soft pad of his paws along her exposed scales.

"It takes a truly wonderful creature to be able to admit their deepest desires to us as quickly and articulately beautiful as you have," Mia says.

"The contents of your heart are like a beautiful work of art, Miss Arya. It's quite clear your talent is in persuasive speaking."

"But enough of that!" Mia barks up, squeezing the snake tighter. "You seem to think that all the Pleasure Society is is some depraved den of hedonism. That's not true."

"Well, sister, technically we are a den of hedonism. There's no arguing that."

"Correct, brother," she snaps, "But it's also more than that. We see people not for their use or their weakness. We really seek to make people happy through the pleasures of the flesh and the understanding of the desires of the mind. Arya, because you've told us so much, I think Mauruvius or myself will be happy to show you some of the society's ways, so that you may find your loving home, maybe even with the society!"

Arya slithers out from Mia's grasp, finding herself taking up the seat she had once held. "Hold on a moment," she says, "I didn't say I'd be all into what you're selling, here. It's far too 'joooin uss' for me. I just... I guess I needed to get something off my chest, alright? That's all. I'm not going to be joining a secret club and hold hands, wear uniforms and wear decoder rings. I live in the real world, thank you very much. That's were I'm going to stay."