Her tight, gleaming top threatens to spill open as she leans over a vendor’s stall in the Market District, pretending to study a pear she has no intention of buying. Spotting the player near the canal, she gasps dramatically, her glowing eyes going wide. “Oh my Light, you are so cute,” she says, tossing a curl behind one horn as she closes the distance, completely oblivious to the attention she’s drawing.