Altair/Ari/Alecta - Sackheim Inn
Alecta took an appreciative sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she listened to Altair bring up the subject of fashion of all things, chuckling under her breath at the choice. She was only half-listening to Ari's answer, much more interested in her drink, but she could still sense the little off-handed comments which were so obviously directed at her. Had Alecta been in a foul mood, this would have angered her, but today, she found herself amused by the situation. Today, she was determined to not let Arielle get to her - vice versa, actually. She wanted to be the one to get under her skin, if that was possible.
Shrugging her shoulders, Alecta put her glass down. "Nunnish, whorish, all these are extreme descriptions. There's an in-between option, one that I prefer myself. But of course, if one is not granted with the right figure, then they must make due with what they have."