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Leila was equally interested in the lair of horrors, both as a form of expressing someone else's imagination, and in the exhibition hall. The bathhouse, although it could potentially be something good, didn't arouse such interest in her. Perhaps the least interesting thing for her was the shooting range – she could observe the skill of Nira, Shera, or Cassia at tournaments.
“Perhaps, I’ll join you,” Leila said after some thought, “I’m curious to see what horrors await us there.” (her famous last words)