Slaanesh laughed merrily, then sensed a familiar thief sneaking into her home once again.
"Oh~ It's you again, you lucky little fool."
Pinkish-purple thorns appeared at Slaanesh's whim, obeying their mistress's will as they sought to capture the uninvited thief.
The thief struck a comical pose. With inhuman agility and dexterity, after evading the thorns' first attack, he leaped onto a windowsill of the Palace of Slaanesh.
The heel of his boot merely brushed the narrow window ledge, yet it supported his entire body.
The thorns that had missed their first strike also withered away, their slick pinkish-purple skin turning black and dry.
"Greetings, Lord of Desire! I hope my arrival has not affected your... appetite!"
A theatrical laugh abruptly rang through the space. Standing on the windowsill, the thief gave Slaanesh a ludicrous bow and spoke in an exaggerated, stage-like tone.
"If you wish to stay forever, I can be hospitable as well." Slaanesh narrowed her eyes and raised herself up. Her massive form surpassed the height of the windowsill; compared to looking up at others, she much preferred looking down on them.
Slaanesh manipulated her hair toward the thief, trying to seize him, but the thief was deeply wary of her movements. He darted away at speed, leaping and weaving through the Palace of Slaanesh's intricate structure.
Cheers erupted in appreciation of the thief's series of difficult maneuvers. Several large numbers also appeared, made of streamers and checkered graffiti, scoring his performance.
Slaanesh expanded her body once more, merging with the palace itself. The countless hands extending from her body closed over the wide-open windows and doorways, as though Slaanesh had put on a padded coat.
Yet to her, the palace was less like clothing and more like a part of her own flesh.
With no room left