Emilie actually laughed. Well, less so laughed than cackled, but it was a hearty sort of laugh all the same. Madame Bridgette gave her a perturbed look, to which Emilie's smile shrank sizably. The woman cleared her throat.

"Seriously? You could get yourself killed!" Emilie nearly hissed, now actually quite interested, and continued on before she made herself look anymore like she cared about Sim's well-being.

"Have you tried whoring yourself out to those Sonnier girls?" Emilie suggested, not serious in the slightest. "I hear it works pretty well for Amber." She said Amber's name like it was poisonous.