Devi was still working with the idea of their commune being Purgatory or a twisted form of personal Hell, but even after nearly 5 months, she still hadn't decided.

"Switzerland," she repeats, crafted eyebrows arching in time as she adjusts a little, head tilting slightly as she smirks and glances him up and down. Well, Switzerland didn't do too badly at all.

"San Jose, California. Of course, I'd say I don't have an accent at all, but I think I'd get called out on it. That'll make this your first City party then? What do you think of it's glamour?"

Nevermind that the city obviously hadn't pulled out all the stops, it did well enough without them, regardless.