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[h3][color=ed1c24]Libeccio Ciaossu[/color][/h3][/center]

Libe crossed her arms and glared at the girl. She didn't care if she could turn lead into gold or shit rainbows, Libe wasn't going to play some stupid game, least of all one she didn't ask for. At least the girl confirmed that she was the Countess, which only served to enforce Libe's belief that the lord of this mansion was a deviant. As she listened there was a taste on Libe's tongue. It was unlike anything she had before. It was scrumptious, and if she wasn't already full she'd have it again. Libe barely caught herself salivating before she came to her senses again and continued glaring at the girl. Libe doesn't remember coming into this mansion, eating dinner, or agreeing to this game. All she wanted was to leave. Even as desert was served Libe didn't even look at it.

[color=ed1c24]"I don't know what sort of drugs you've put into us, but I refuse to play this game of yours. I think I- The fuck!?"[/color]

Libe felt something grab her leg and immediately she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over. However when she looked down she saw nothing. She swore that someone's hand just grabbed her by the ankle. It was an all too familiar feeling for Libe. She glared at Countess Rivianne with a snarl. [color=ed1c24]"I don't know if this is your interpretation of a joke, but the next time you have your servant lay a hand on me, they won't get their hand back."[/color] Libe adjusted her hat and flapped her coat outward as she kept staring daggers at their hostess. [color=ed1c24]"I'm quite done here."[/color]