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[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor Grounds; Chair 9
[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color]Perception
[color=#33f0ff][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]6
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 The sound of blatant flirting was far louder than the sound of the coughing engine. A usual description for the mechanical entity's sound was 'roaring', but in this case Lady Lechery believed a more appropriate word was 'choking'. Could be because of the weather. Could be because of the lack of maintenance, but then again the Ambesires were a well known family, and that meant they probably had resources to keep their machines operational. The last option, she assumed, was that it just sounded like that.

 The more prominent sound, at least to her ears, was the perceived attempt at seduction occurring a few seats ahead of her. The large fellow looked like a bit of an oaf to her, so she figured the person, who had collapsed, and turned out to be a female, was in distress. How convenient, then, that there was a seat right in front of the blue-haired lady. A thought made its way through her mind.

[color=#33f0ff]"Miss, there is a spot right here... I doubt you'd mind some more... Refined company."[/color] She called, raising her voice so it could be heard by the targeted individual, who happened to be quite intriguing for her at the moment.

 The rest of the bunch was questionable at best. There were a few interesting guests, such as the one who had yet to dismount the horse. What a strange thing to do, just sit there and look. Lady Lechery made the chair rotate a small bit, but it did not do much in the way of movement. It did lower the strain she would have to put on herself to look at the other candidates for visual evaluation. The interesting ones were all ahead of her, except for a morsel that happened to be dressed much like a maid. Who dressed up like a maid to such an event, unless she, or he, wanted to be mistaken for one with such a profession?