Francesca was caught by surprise but wasn't upset, she just folded her arms. "How might I be of service to you today, Mistress?" she asked, an intrigued smile spread across her face.
"Well, you can start by getting into the bath with me. Maybe pour yourself a glass of wine to enjoy?" The Wight replies, smiling and taking a sip of her own drink.
Francesca oblidged and climbed into the bath, pouring herself some wine and relaxed. "Heaven" she said, taking a sip.
"Indeed." The Wight replies, smiling at Francesca. "So, has anything interesting been going on with you recently?"
"Besdies the two men I brought back with me from my excursion, nope. They're quite hard to break, I usually make men my subordinates in a matter of minutes. But, these two - Harold and James - they're quite formidabble. I know I still have to break them down a little bit more until they become my loyal lapdogs" she said, smiling back at the Wight with a mischievous smile.
"Zylie is an expert with that. The only time I've ever seen her slightly submissive is when she came to me and asked if I would help her with exploring what it's like to be the submissive one. Otherwise she's great at finding a man's kinks and exploiting them, or training a man to be completely in love with something."
Joro gave a surprised look. "Wait... Is that a Kitsunebi?" This was one of the few Mamono he could reconize of sight as he seen a few from his homeland. Oddly, he felt a bit more comfortable... Yet he stayed on his guard. She was still a Mamono afterall. He thought over what Gideon said and nodded to himself. There was no way of getting it without revealing himself. With that he steps out of cover, albeit a bit reluctant.
"Um... E-Excuse me miss." He said, a tad bit nervous. He wondered if she was going to recognize his attire...
"I'll have to refer to her for some advice on that" Francesca replied, swirling her wine around in the glass curiously. "So, what did you want to discuss with me?" she'd ask.
She looked at Joro, and after a few moments her eyes widened in surprise. "A Mist Shaman, here? Who would have thought. I regret to inform you however that these catacombs don't house anything holy to your goddess."
The Wight smiled. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to be put on a super important mission."
"Oh, I'm not here for anything for the Mist Goddess. I was just hoping..." He pointed to the chest. "I... I was hoping I could have whatever is inside that chest."