Violence was by no means the only activity during their revels. Thanks to the mixture of potions, alcohol and the high emotions from their successful raids and missions, it was usually only a matter of time before those who remained descended into the baser, more primitive acts of self-expression. She knew there were plenty of people from her past who would look down on her actions as being disgusting, but she didn't care. It was how she stayed alive, how she cultivated alliances, how she determined who would aid her in her quest to endure. All of it was simply one long game of survival. If it also helped to scratch some of her biological itches, that was simply an added bonus.