Ophelia moves over to sit at the feet of Madame Saru's chair, leaning against her legs affectionately. "Mordred and I were scheming for ways to attract more attention to the carnival. He thinks my bonfire is a bit inappropriate, and I offered a more inappropriate idea. Not that I wouldn't mind a bordello... But the denizens of the more tricksome attractions are far more suited to my tastes. Besides, a bordello is a bit forward... Don't you think?"