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[color=lightgreen][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor Outside > Grand Vestibule (D2)
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[color=lightgreen][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Madam Envy followed the others inside, The vestibule was indeed a sight to behold, and had plenty of time taking in it's grandiose style which was slowly growing on her. The refreshing atmosphere was thoroughly disturbed by their other company however, the guards, her ears twitched at the sharp sound of their gun hammers, constantly being reminded that they are not exactly here for a 'traditional' social gathering so to speak. She stood next to one of the marble benches as they await for their call, pulling out another cigarette stick from her purse and rolling them playfully between her fingers. At the corner of her eye she could see see the guests accumulating in pairs, and in menage trois if you seem special. In many ways danger does bring people closer together.  Trust is hard to come by, and specially in an aristocratic masquerade ball of all things. Woe is the fool who easily gives himself in a pretty mask, you never know what kind of face lies inside. 

Half of the time Madam Envy wondered what genuinely goes through their head. And the secrets they so desire to keep hidden, that they'd rather accept a shady invitation from the elusive Ardad Lili and into her elaborately draw trap in the first place, not to comprehend but for the mere intrigue of it. Of course madam Envy herself has her own scandalous reasons to be here, and if it means keeping the end of a blackmail to save herself then so be it.