Look, Tannusen understood pretty well; he was often more than a little touch-starved himself, after all. "Oh? I know your kind at least can feel it somehow, but is that really that much of a draw? None of you could use it; it's Glamour."

Soaked deep into every board, every rivet, every wire; Velvet Lust was as much Glamour by this point as it was mundane materials. Truly a massive Freehold in all but name.