<strong>Lilith Van Stratten, at the Front Desk, Talking with Tom, Watching the other Guests</strong><br/><br/>Lilith looked around the Lobby as she waited, finding herself fascinated by the interaction between all the people milling about. She wasn’t used to contact with living people. Since she’d built her clockwork automatons, she’d had little need of human servants at her mansion, particularly since the latest models were designed to service her other needs of the flesh as well. So she was surprised – mildly – to see that she’d garnered the attention of two males. One, who wore a curious eyepatch, appeared a bit uncertain of himself, and was perhaps a servant or employee of the Dome. The other dressed much more like a rogue, and appeared more than a tad bit eccentric. To Lilith’s eyes and experience, that meant he was an inventor.<br/><br/>Lilith gave the shyer of the two a small but friendly wave. At the other, she smiled awkwardly, and gave her head a slight tilt, acknowledging his attention. She believed that it was improper social etiquette not to acknowledge the attention of another, particularly if meant in a possibly amorous way. And Lilith had no desire to breach the social protocols of the Dome.<br/><br/>Speaking of which …<br/><br/>“Apologies,” Lilith said to the man behind the front desk. “I’m Lilith Van Stratten. Forgive me for my lack of attention, dear sir, my senses are currently overloaded by the vast number of people present.” She handed over her passport, as requested. “Room 104 will adequately suffice as lodging. And yes, my traveling companion and servant Omega serves me well, in many ways.”<br/><br/>“As for needs, I’ll require one of your harlots either later today, or tomorrow, for demonstration purposes,” Lilith said. “Specifically, their vaginal and anal passages. Possibly simultaneously.” She idly flicked a speck of dust off of her clockwork android’s shoulder, fussing over the automaton's appearance. “I ordinarily would allow my own passages to be used for such a demonstration, but I’ve found that my presentation skills for an audience are not quite optimal when they’re ravaged in a carnal manner.”<br/><br/>“I’ll also require a decanter of wine. Seven hundred milliliters, of something red, preferably aged for nine years, no more, no less. That level of fermentation should be ideally compatible with my own current body chemistry and hormone levels. Also, I’ll be looking for someone suitably compatible to provide proper stimulation for my erogenous zones.” She gave Tom a curious look. “Should I not be able to successfully procure a paramour elsewhere in the Dome, may I use you to service me sexually?”<br/><br/>Lilith turned back to Omega. She hastily grabbed a piece of parchment from the front desk, and with a few quick strokes, sketches out a fairly detailed layout of the main areas of the Pleasure Dome. She slid the parchment into a slit in the android’s neck. Loud gears hummed and clicked somewhere within the automaton, and the machine cocked its head at Lilith, as if waiting for orders.<br/><br/>“Room 104, Omega,” she said to the clockwork android. “Take the bags there, unpack them. Do not open the crate, merely leave it at the foot of the bed. Then join me in the Playground Area.<em>Go.</em>” Lilith pointed towards her room. With a whirr of machinery, the clockwork android picked up her heavy luggage and the heavier crate and stomped off as ordered.<br/><br/>“Thank you for your kindness, and your service,” Lilith said to Tom. “I hope to see you again in the Dome sometime in the next few days. And the wine, please have it made available to me in the Playground.”<br/><br/>Lilith began to head for the Playground, then stopped. She remembered her observers. She strode confidently over to the one she believed to be an inventor, and held out her hand, light at the wrist, to be kissed. As per proper social etiquette, of course.<br/><br/>“You are Alwin Anguish, yes?” Lilith asked the man. “I’m Lilith Van Stratten. A pleasure, to make your acquaintance. Just as I presume you’re very pleased to make mine.” She held out her arm a little, bent slightly at the elbow, offering it to him. “Do you wish you join me in the Playground? If so, you must escort me there, as that is the correct protocol for a gentleman caller.” She looked wondering at Alwin. “You<em>are</em>a potential gentleman caller, correct?”