"In private only?  You don't know what you're missing honey." she said, reaching back as they entered and giving her ass a squeeze "Let me know if ever you're curious about doing it in public."<br/><br/>She was quiet as the worshipers of Pelor were mid-prayer, taking note of Hellfire's religious gesture in stride.  Many at the Guild were of the same faith, after all; her Mistress was even, it fit with their magical perspective and methods after all.  Silently she observed the sermon taking place, remembering the sun god's worship early morning, Eilistraee's at midnight at the height of the moon's path.  She had been derelict in her showing up as of late, for obvious reasons...<br/><br/>Moments later and she was opening the door to the Father's room.  Opening it, she figured the man would be naked, perhaps with a companion of one of the three genders abounding.  Possibly all three; she'd heard the rumors.  But alas she was surprised; clothed, at a desk, working over scrolls, and the artwork about was surprisingly tame from what she last recalled... interesting...<br/><br/>"Your sympathies are appreciated." she said, bowing slightly to him out of respect, and to make sure she didn't grimace or frown or falter any "It's been rough since then.  But I'm managing well enough... I'm surprised you're not balls deep in a tight hole right now honestly; with the way you had me the time before last we met I'd figure you couldn't keep people off of you!  But alas, I'm not here for that anymore... I need your help, specifically your magic or the magic of whomever would be best suited for magical scrying..."<br/><br/>She nodded to Miss Hellfire, holding out her hand, asking for the dagger...<br/><br/>"It's regarding my Mistress' murder... I had a... vision... this morning, and I think you may be able to help me figure out who murdered my Mistress with this dagger..."<br/><br/>