"Nonetheless, my people have something to eat, a place to rest.  It is more comfortable than what they are used to, even if it is not as comfortable as we are, in here."  She says to Cringe, smiling warmly.  "It is a nice break from the life of wanderers, unsure whether you will find food this day or the next, having to go to sleep at night with dwindling hopes and empty bellies.  It is good to stop and rest from time to time."<br/><br/>As cringe stands, Ambrosea doesn't hide it as her eyes wander over the woman's body, gazing upon her bare breasts and her lowly-worn pants that left little else to the imagination.<br/><br/>With Cringe sitting at her side, Ambrosea grins lightly and then nods her head, puckering her lips a bit so that the woman might more easily spread the red coloring over them.  "Will it smear or wash away?  Will I have to worry about leaving a mark some place, long after my lips have parted from it?"  She asks a bit playfully.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ambrosea has been coming and going through Gommorah with her cult for about four or five years now.  She used to know the man who previously owned the place, and tended to avoid it due to how unpleasant he was, especially around her and her cult that he felt threatened his hold on the town.  She was more than happy when Esther took over, and felt that she could visit every now and then when Gommorah was along her path.  Millions used to be one of Esther's flings/girlfriends, until she became caught up in Ambrosea's cult and wandered off with her, so there's likely a bit of bitterness or rivalry over that, and a healthy fear that Ambrosea might destabilize the city of she pulls anybody else along with her.</div></div>