"Year, mom'sh pre'y wond'ful." Draeva smiled, downing a bottle of something she grabbed from a passing slave before shoving the bottle back in the Human woman's face and smiling back at Neit and brushing her own undyed hair back with a bit of a giggle. Taking Neitar by the hand, Draeva led her over to the nearest divan and screamed at the couple currently making out on it to fuck off (and given their eagerness to comply, Draeva pulled rank) and got down on it and pulled Neit down on top of her, laughing. "Shoyore tryn'a get on my gooside, sexy? An' mom's?" Another laugh. "Ahahaha, aaah. Thin' may be bi' drunk. Mebs high?" Another laugh. "You're cute."