[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] 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 was a bit taken aback at the man’s attitude. She thought she had built a decent rapport with him. Still, she had a trump card the others did not hold. Her identity was still hidden while others flagrantly broadcasted theirs. Truly, who was the fool? [color=9F1946]“Good sir, I will take the attitude as the stress of having uninvited guests in your home among the other events of the night. You see, I always say what I mean. So, if I pay you a compliment, it is genuine. But take it or leave it, the fact remains, I am a guest here and will be respectful for the home you provide.”

“As for the mask, I shall keep it on. Wouldn’t want to spoil the mystery.”[/color] She turned to Titian, giving the man a small wave as if the two of them held an inside joke. She wasn’t about to let this Lord have the upper hand, inside his own home or not. She DID get an invite and she dressed appropriately for it. Whether he liked it or not was of little concern to her.

Soon, drinks were underway until one of the guests let out a painful shriek the likes of which she had heard little before. Blush merely sipped her drink, enjoying the warmth it provided before setting it down. [color=9F1946]“One way to liven the party up, but do be careful.”[/color]