[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Second Floor Stair Landing (Going Up) -> State Dining Room
[color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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Blush held on to the man’s arm like her life depended on it. They brisked their way into a few rooms she recognized already until they made it to the dining room. The room itself was what one would expect a fancy dining room to look like, complete with empty glasses and plates eagerly awaiting to be used to their utmost potential. She was looking forward to it. Surely the feast that came with the room would be just as eye-catching. Rich folk did not dine on stale bread and cold soup, after all. Food was a way to broadcast wealth without explicitly stating such.

She was among the first to arrive and Maestro pulled out a chair for her, which she took quickly. [color=9F1946]“Thank you, sir.”[/color] She was about to ask when the others would come, but she was answered a few more entered the room. She noted that, while their attire remained the same, a few did not retain their masks. She and another man that had come with the party still had theirs on. One of the men even commented on it.

She couldn’t help but smile. In this situation, was it not more dangerous to have your identity out there for the rest to see? After all, they all came there under a certain pretense, had they not. [color=9F1946]“What’s a party without a mask, dear heart? I do love keeping others guessing. Kind of a hobby of mine.”[/color] She sat back in her chair, awaiting the rest so they could feast. Food led to conversation and, perhaps, answers.