It seemed to be working. The man didn't suspect a thing and it delighted in destroying everything the host had tried to build. Valdis smirked, taking a long sip of her drink.

"You speak of fantasy," she leaned toward him ever so slightly, "The Death Plane cannot be calmed, but if we are fantasizing, I mean, why not set my sights higher?" Valdis sat back, gaze sweeping the room, "I was a queen once, I could be again."