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[img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/e1e20629c43d083e365cb6358b2ca293/tumblr_o17frnvlTR1thj7ndo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] Almack's[/center][hr][hr]Virginia overheard some of the conversations, as she made her way around Almack's in search of a friendly face. The mention of her name, along with the suggestions for her attire, confused her ever so slightly. Why should she wear a false beard? She would much rather grow her own, as there was a certain pride for facial hair that ran in the Crypt family. Their Spanish and Italian relatives had the most exquisite mustaches. But she was quite afraid that the facial hair did not seem to be in her genetic coding--no hints of beards had ever appeared on her face. 

However, it was then that she spotted Mrs. Wyndham and the lord from earlier. She paused for a moment, thankful that her friend appeared to have escaped from their grasp, but she also pondered how long that might ask. And while she did not care to converse with them, she hardly cared to dance either, and no one else had shown an interest in dancing with her. Besides, the music was not proper for a mamushka. 

[color=9999ff]"Lord Rutherford,"[/color] Virginia greeted, turning to face Millicent's mother. [color=9999ff]"And Mrs. Wyndham. What a despicable pairing you two make..."[/color] She smiled ever so slightly, her pale features catching the light of Almack's. Had she cared for her social standing, she perhaps would have been petty enough to veil the insults and remarks, but the Crypts did not care for the approval of society. 

[color=9999ff]"What nefarious designs do you have in store for this evening?"[/color] Virginia asked, before locking her eyes with Lord Rutherford. [color=9999ff]"While some do place the blame for the Soulless with the lower classes, Lord Rutherford, I cannot help but wonder if perhaps you do the exact opposite of hindering the spread..."[/color] She paused for a moment, knowing very well the implications of her words. It was no secret that many blamed prostitutes for the spread of the Soulless--and yet, those prostitutes had to be solicited by some gentleman. She would not have been surprised if Lord Rutherford was one of them. 

[color=9999ff]"Mrs. Wyndham, I do insist that you come and take supper at the manor this Season,"[/color] Virginia added, smiling as sweetly as a Crypt could at the woman. [color=9999ff]"And the invitation does extend to you as well, Lord Rutherford, if you are so inclined."[/color]