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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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[color=#33f0ff]"And here I thought you were going to ignore my generous offer..."[/color] Commented Lady Lechery as the Director made her way to the seat in front of her. How fortunate for the one labeled as lecherous that the one known as Kindle, unknown to the blue-haired one, had happened to have no other option. Her ears caught onto an interesting conversation, although she managed to follow along only to the closer, more interesting half of it - it would seem the Lady's new companion was interested in having someone sit in their lap. Maybe a certain, full-face golden mask bearing woman could help her with that...

 Another thing her eyes registered was an individual making his way towards the contraption they were seated upon. Interestingly enough, that individual was the sixteenth guest, and there were only fifteen seats on the interesting piece of machinery they were located on. Many things could happen, one of them being that this new guest might end up waiting for the ride to make a round and return. Probably not the most pleasant of experiences, as it was quite cold. She sunk, or at least tried to, deeper into the cushioning of the strange chair she was seated in. Her attention returned to the woman sitting in front of her.

[color=#33f0ff]"So, miss, now that you are seated, might I know your name?"[/color] Asked Lady Lechery, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She half expected to not be given a real name, but even an alias would suffice. One needed to know how to call those with whom he spoke.