[Erika narrowly avoids babbling out something about how yeah Venus was the Roman name for Aphrodite so it's plenty close.
Oh, she's moving. Oh, okay, that's good, because Erika doesn't have to. She laces her fingers together on the bar and leans forward a little, putting weight on her hands, studying her thumbs in place of Venus' outer eyes. (Should she ask...? Maybe.)]
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Oh, she's moving. Oh, okay, that's good, because Erika doesn't have to. She laces her fingers together on the bar and leans forward a little, putting weight on her hands, studying her thumbs in place of Venus' outer eyes. (Should she ask...? Maybe.)]
...I know what rubbing alcohol smells like.
[How different can it be, really.]