Millicent considered the affair almost as bad as those horrible debutant balls that she had been forced to attend in her life. The truth be told she would rather be doing her other work than watching a game of chess. Of course they might believe that she was stupid that she was addled within her mind, but the malkavian saw far more than most, for the mushroom people had often spoken too her, and even now they did, after all these years.<br/><br/>She did not recoil from the touch and was certainly not offended by it why should she be Millicent was a tactile person, and enjoyed contact, in what ever form it came. However the words that spilled from this ventures mouth so easily actually made her laugh out loud, and trying to catch the gaze of this flighty creature was almost impossible. “My clothes…oh my goodness you sound like my father.” More of her laughter filled the air, she was not being rude to the woman rather the situation just the whole matter of her attire was amusing. “At least I am not the Emperor… with new clothes.”<br/><br/>Millicent then touched the Ventrue’s hand.  “You are kind...” a full and genuine smile met Rebecca’s face “There is beauty in everything…what ever you wore the skin you are in is as a rose with dew upon it.” However the malkavian wondered what was beneath. Momentarily she turned to a corner of the room and tipped an invisible hat.  "I suppose it all depends on how one defines pleasure."  Her heavy lidded eyes turned then back to the ventrue.