A man walked forward with long hair that almost reached down to the floor, his cold, white eyes assessing Lorronix. "Put your clothes on, filthy woman." He said apathetically. "Unless you want to attract unsavory attention, though if you are in such a state in public you must want such attention." He seemed to be wearing an odd set of clothes himself, robes that resembled skin.
Pah! What a disgrace to your race, Eldritch! We laugh at her, knowing that she is on the path of ruin. Eldritch chuckled. "The Gods scoff at you, they say you are a disgrace. I must agree." She does not represent us all, she is but a single one amongst the horde. We know this, Eldritch. Do not take us for fools. I would never, please forgive me for insulting you. We do.
Pah! What a disgrace to your race, Eldritch! We laugh at her, knowing that she is on the path of ruin. Eldritch chuckled. "The Gods scoff at you, they say you are a disgrace. I must agree." She does not represent us all, she is but a single one amongst the horde. We know this, Eldritch. Do not take us for fools. I would never, please forgive me for insulting you. We do.
The Bold Italics are the 'Gods' speaking to Eldritch in his head, the normal Italics are Eldritch's thoughts.