[right][h3][b][i][color=FFBCD9]Miss Creme[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=FFBCD9]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Lunar Ballroom
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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Creme looked up in shock at the piecing scream. She covered her mouth, concealing a frown that was contorting on her face. That was harrowing for sure, but wouldn't be rushing towards the danger. She'd just be in the way if she tried. Staying here would be better for her, and everybody involved for sure. As she stayed put in her seat at the piano, she turned her head towards the man addressing her, a bit surprised that somebody had decided to take notice of her. She cleared her throat and smiled, "[color=FFBCD9]Well, it's been an experience.[/color]" She said sweetly. Those are the kindest words she could muster about the  way the night had been going.

	She extended gave a curtsy and introduced herself, "[color=FFBCD9]Miss Creme.[/color]" She said lightly, before smiling at the man before her. "[color=FFBCD9]And how, may I ask, are you?[/color]" She asked him. She recognized that he was part of the four unmasked men, which make her wonder if she'd end up finding out about why they were here. They seemed to have been mostly floating about from her brief experience with them, but surely they had some real purpose for being around. She did take her seat again, not wanting to continue the conversation standing