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	Jasper looked over to the woman he had helped earlier and it seemed a thought passed through his mind. Looking over to other woman in the trophy room he went and introduced the two. "Madam, this is Margarete. The Housekeeper of the Manor. Margarete, this lovely young woman is Debutante Blush." Turning his attention more towards Blush he continued but it was clear he was addressing Margarete as he spoke. "Would you be so kind as to show this beauty to the State Room north of the White Room?" he said in a clear and firm voice. 

	Margarete seemed look a bit confused for a moment before nodding to the man. "Yes, of course," she said curtly before Jasper excused himself from the room and turned back towards the Starry Salon and then north into the Central Hall where he stopped to speak to Oliver. Margarete waited until he left before going over to the woman and finally giving her the once over. "Seems you are in favor in this house, do nothing to break that," she said in a confidant voice. The words were firm and full of warning but there was a bit of ease setting into the woman as she motioned for Blush to follow her. 

	Over in the Music Room, Envy was having none of "this shit". She moved quickly and with purpose as she made her way across the room and into the Joyous corridor. Her head turning as she spotted two others at the other end of the hallway. Her head tilted to the side slightly as if she was studying them. Perhaps she was wondering just how they had gotten there as she had not seen them go through the music room. There was no need to try to stop any expression coming to her features as her face was nearly fully covered, save her eyes, behind her thick white mask. 

	The four men were watching and chuckled to themselves. "We do need an accompanist though, no matter whom she is," the blonde said as he came forward just a hairs breath from the others. Looking at Amaranthine and then the two men who seemed bent on keeping her from them. "Should she chose not to, that would be her choice. Though choices are not without consequences," he seemed to warn. A hand came up and wrapped over his shoulder. The light eyes dark hair mans hand on his shoulder. "We only ask you play, not sing," he followed up. "Surely that is fair enough for you have already released that talent to these walls."