As if it wasn't bad enough to have to attend Death's soiree by itself, to have to attend in the fucking get up that Greed had picked out? Completely and utter unacceptable.
And yet there wasn't a single thing that Ashley could do but hold onto Greed's arm and simper like any of his other whores might do. Especially in light of Satan's presence there, something she was not quite ready to face in her current form. Still lacking her Hellfire, Ashley could only sense muted presences here or there, the more familiar ones standing out far beyond the unknowns, but none of them were more overbearing then the one at her side
"Go ahead and get your chuckles in, you snide bastard," she growled, offering a polite smile and nod of her head to some random person as they made their way through the throng. "Don't think I'm not going to remember all of this once I get back to normal, because you've got some major payback coming. I fucking told you black, if I had to do this at all."