A lowering of her lashes in acknowledgment of the compliment, even the faint tracery of a smile, but as her mind is not in it, neither is Fetish's response. She steps aside, waving a hand gently to invite Goth into her home.
Black microsuede covers nearly everything and what isn't is covered by cobalt, violet or burgundy velvet. It is the apartment of someone whose tastes might be considered gothic, but then, she's Fetish, it's not terribly surprising that there's a certain degree of dark hedonism in her decorating. "Come in.."
She says softly, then closes the door behind the tired looking goddess. "What was it you wished to talk about?" asked softly as she curls herself back up into her chair. There is a mug of cocoa waiting for Goth, along with a few vanilla cream cookies. Her timing had been impeccable, still hot but drinkable. Serving is something she's good at.