Lydia is instantly intrigued by the notion of weak spots within the Dungeon. What causes them? How could she exploit them? What does their presence reveal about the true nature of the Dungeon?<br/><br/>As the tone sounds, Lydia realizes these questions will have to wait.<br/><br/>She extends a hand, gripping his firmly if he offers it. "I give you my word, good sir, to investigate these strange occurrences once I reach the deeper levels."<br/><br/>Her brow furrows. "You know, it isn't unheard of for Patrons to meet with their chosen Contestants. Perhaps at some future time we can exchange information in person!"<br/><br/>As soon as their business is concluded, Lydia moves quickly to alcove underneath the silver cherub in hopes of securing her second Patron. Her heart is hammering in her chest. Very few Patrons required so little as a handshake to secure their patronage. They required services that were much more...carnal.<br/><br/>She was certainly used to performing, but only with he trainer, and she wasn't comfortable around women. It wasn't that she hated the deed, it was just new to her, an inclination that never would have occurred to her on her own. But she needs this patronage, and so she will do what she must.<br/><br/>"There you are, Verde! Thank you for waiting for me, and the excellent recommendation. I am truly in your debt."