[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 [color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color][/right] Really now, this was getting absurd. She had done what was asked of her and now she was to be forced? No no, that would not do at all. She weighed her options. The woman across from her had played with a knife and had gone awry, so the utensils on the table could be makeshift weapons if it came to that. She had a feeling she could take on Jasper, but the man was only doing his job. And she felt a sort of kinship with him. She wouldn’t mind sinking the blade into the Lord’s heart though, but she feared she would not find the target or, rather, find a block of ice where a beating organ would normally be. The other option would be to play along. If they wanted to see her face so badly, why not give in? Everyone else apart from one other (who, she noted, was quiet and STILL had their mask on) was unmasked. She held up her hands in mock defeat. [color=9F1946]“Really now. There is no need for rudeness or violence. Surely, you’ve had enough of that in your home to last you a week, at least. If you wish to see my face so badly, I’ll oblige.”[/color] She slowly removed her mask, setting it on the table and showing everyone, her face now. [color=9F1946]“There. Are you quite happy now?”[/color]