Indigo smiled at the woman. She looked fine; beautiful dress, beautiful mask, beautiful face... He wondered if she was nobility or just a pretty peasant. Regardless, he bowed to her lowly. "Ah, milady," he said, voice full of velvet. He looked around him one last time before staring into her face. "The ball? It's fantastic, so far. I've only just come in, so I'm not quite sure what to think of it... I'm ready to have some fun around here; dancing, eating, chatting with beautiful women such as yourself... I'm ready for all of it."

He was also ready to sneak away during the party to take a good look at the King's treasury. He would never mention that to someone, though, especially since the king was possibly nearby. He eyed around the room for the male; no one, just a butler and another fair looking woman, and a fancy man walking into the ball. Nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary... This was going to be an easy one.

Indigo looked at the woman. "I am Indigo. And who might you be, young woman? Possibly nobility? I wouldn't be surprised if you were, if I might say so myself."

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