"Oh, great, another soul seeking 'wisdom'. Light the candle, will you? Summoning dead people is a group effort."
What candles are we going to light?
"Ah, you think we need candles? Well, darling, we need something stronger than mere candles. We shall invoke the spirits with a blood sacrifice!
Who are we sacrificing to?
"To the ancient ones, of course! Those long-forgotten deities who have fallen into the abyss. They crave mortal offerings, you see. It's quite morbidly romantic, if you ask me."
Why do we have to offer them anything? Isn't it bad to worship false gods?
"Ah, my dear Penelope, worship is but a mere word. If these ancient ones can grant us what we desire, should we not pay our respects?
So, you're saying that we should use their religion for our advantage?
"Oh, no, my dear! It's not about using their religion for our advantage. It's about acknowledging the power they hold.
Then why did you say that it was morbidly romantic?
"Well, darling, it's simply because I find the whole concept of offering sacrifices to be rather... romantic.
What's romantic about it?
"Why, everything! The idea that we can appease these powerful beings with a mere offering, that our actions can reach beyond the mortal realm...
You seem to know a lot about romance.
"Well, darling, one must always be well-versed in the art of seduction. After all, it is a powerful tool in one's arsenal, whether used to summon spirits or ensnare lovers."
Have you used your "art of seduction" on anyone recently?
"Why, darling, I've had to use my skills frequently in order to keep myself entertained in this wretched place. But let us not dwell on the past, shall we?
Okay, I won't. I will ask you a question though.
"Ask away, darling. I'm all yours."
Do you ever do that thing where you smile but you mean the opposite?
Madame Xanadu suddenly turns pale and retreats, fear evident in her eyes.
I just assumed that she couldn't do it because she was scared
"You caught me off guard, darling. I must admit, I am not very good at hiding my true emotions. I tend to wear them on my sleeve like a cheap sweater."
I don't think it's fair for you to judge yourself like that. Nobody is perfect.
"Oh, believe me, darling, I am far from perfect. But isn't that what makes us interesting? Our flaws and imperfections are what make us unique, no?"