"What are any of us doing here, Cringe?"  Ambrosea asks with a slight smirk.  She was leaning back against several of her cultists who lay with their arms entwined, resting and simultaneously providing their goddess with soft bodies to recline upon.  A nude girl lay to Ambrosea's side, having come by and plopped herself down some short while ago, after taking a hit of the colorful wonder drug.  Now, in her incapacitated state, she provided an armrest for one of Ambrosea's arms.  She seemed quite comfortable, with or without a bag of beans to sit upon, herself.<br/><br/>"What is the point of this life, if not to enjoy what little we can out of it?"  The hocus inquires, gazing to her side as her armrest began to stir from her slumber, and look toward Ambrosea with a dazed expression.  Ambrosea merely smiled to the girl, stroking her cheek gently and leaning in to briefly kiss her upon the lips before gently guiding her, with one hand, to turn herself around and go away.  She brushed her hand down from the woman's hip and over her bottom for but a moment before the girl had moved off too far that Ambrosea's hand had fallen away.<br/><br/>"And what better a place to enjoy what little there is we can, from this life, than here?"  She asks Cringe, smiling softly.  A man, one of Ambrosea's cultists, had quietly entered the room.  He was holding a container of water, not speaking but merely presenting himself and the water in case Ambrosea were to desire some.  She waved him over, dipping her hands into the bowl and cupping her hands to take a drink of the refreshing water, dipping her hands back in and gathering some more to splash over her face.  Without anything to dry her face with, though, it dribbled down to her neck, and then to her shoulders, and then began to soak into some of her clothes.  She looked quite refreshed, nonetheless.<br/><br/>"No, but really, what better a place is there than here?  I would much like to know myself, for I would quite like to visit it."