[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Balcony -> Front State Salon
[color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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In truth, the upstairs seemed to be grander than the floor below. That could be because she had climbed an awful lot of steps and she was now delirious. Be that as it may, she was thankful the trek was nearing its end. Her questions to the woman had not gone unanswered, but the answers themselves left her wanting a touch more. What was it with this place and the locked lips? She knew in her time around that servants were often loose with regards to their masters. Mainly to each other, of course, but often if there was someone who wished to know more, they were quite open.

The woman returned her own question back at her and Blush had to admit, it quite annoyed and pleased her. [color=9F1946]"No, I suppose not. One is entitled to one's secrets, I suppose. Can't blame a girl for trying though, can you love? Though I would argue that your master would not allow anyone wandering about if that chap Jesper has anything to say about it, given the fact he was rather cross with us when we first entered. To be expected, I am sure, having a large number of strangers greet you at the door."[/color]

She was growing quite bored now. She wished something happened. Where was a rocket chair when one needed it? [color=9F1946]"So, we are up here now. Why was I to be brought up here then?"[/color]