If at first you don't succeed...

Olga lost interest in the conversation shortly thereafter and walked off, presumably to yell at some other dude. Samson, still not sure exactly what his league was and lacking Gray's magnetic charm, let her go. He wandered the winding halls of the massive building looking for Lilit. Almost a half hour later, he turned a corner only to see Olga again, reclining in fur chair and browsing something on her phone. At the sound of his footsteps, she looked up. Her face assumed the position of 'bitch please' as she prepared to send him packing. Not one to spurn serendipity, Samson decided to preempt the obvious outcome.

"You're up," he said to the air in front of him.

Olga's mouth opened to dismiss the approaching boy, but instead she got a faceful of magical pheromones. In seconds her gaze switched from annoyed to lustful, and her nose flared to capture more of the scent that was making her feel so good.

"Hey, babe," Gray said to the enthralled woman, "You know of any good hidden rooms in this place? There's a girl I gotta bang."