[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
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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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She nodded, noting that his name, in all probability, was not actually Maestro. That was interesting, so perhaps all guests were given some kind of nickname. If that was the case, she had to wonder about what [i]was[/i] special about this group of early arrivals. She smiled back at the man though, "[color=FFBCD9]Oh, I didn't realize you knew her, she seems nice.[/color]" While the woman had left shortly after speaking with Creme, it wasn't in her nature to harbor any kind of ill thoughts of a person for long. Though, with the way the night was going, she considered that that might be challenged.

	She thought for a moment about how to articulate a response to the mans question, "[color=FFBCD9]Well, it's some kind of Gala isn't it?[/color]" Surely, she didn't know much of what tonight actually had in store, but that was the best she could assume. Guests and food and entertainers, all those things sounded like that kind of event to her. She hoped the man would correct her if she was wrong, he seemed to be a nice enough person, so she assumed he would. She was about to ask about what kind of performances they did, but she opted to hold her tongue, hoping to illicit some kind of response about her presumption.