[ There's a visible weight lifted off his shoulders with the rise of his cup, and Vanessa agrees to his request with a dip of her chin. This will soon be a regret, like everything else in her life. It's to be expected. She'll just have to ensure that Lucifer regrets it more.

A glance darts between Artemius and his man, then over her shoulder, before back to her newest...sponsor. She can't know yet how much her companions have already managed, and she won't until after the party. This is her One Chance, and so she must make it count. ]

There will be quite a few arriving. [ Isn't she the friendliest? All of the friends want to come live the high life with her. ] A couple dozen, at the least. I fear there are children, too, so perhaps more. An even thirty, to be safe?