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[sub][right]Interacting with:[@Obscene Symphony] [/right][/sub]

[color=red]“I wouldn’t want to ruin the spirit of the Masquerade. Miss works just fine.”[/color] The woman chuckled. So the rumors were true. The little princess let her flock play with the common rabble.. How fun would it be if she took the boy? Maybe she wouldn't even drink him. She could commission an obsidian collar under the table and keep him as a little pet to flaunt in front of the brat when she finished breaking her. What an interesting idea. She tucked that neatly in the back of her head.

[color=red]“Why don’t we dance? I’d love to hear about how you’re acclimating to life outside the castle. I can’t possibly begin to imagine the culture shock.”[/color] She finished her wine, dropping the glass off on ne of the many Noila servants in the place and held her hand out for him to take. The offer was less a request and more a demand.

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[sub][right]Interacting with [@WeepingLiberty] [/right][/sub]

[color=D42CF9]“Quite the mask you have there.”[/color] A mage, soft voiced and his face flushed with alcohol, approached Amaris with a crooked smile. Hesitation lingered in his movements, likely a result of liquid courage granting him a brief respite from habitual shyness. The boy wore a dark purple tuxedo, the purple swirling flower designs set on a black background, and a silver masquerade mask with similar purple vine designs dancing across it. He startled as if he had been distracted and bowed, with all the awkwardness of someone raised outside of high society. [color=D42CF9]“May I uh, may I have the next dance, please?”[/color]

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[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth] [/right][/sub]

Outside, the campus was just as loud but more jarringly so. Where inside the noise was a soft mixture of voices and the orchestra, outside the noise was exuberant shouts, carnival music, and all the other cacophony such an event invited. The line into the ballroom had all but vanished, now leaving a few lingering groups outside taking a moment of fresh air before returning to dance more. A few however, we muttering quietly among themselves and money and bottles were being exchanged just out of sight of the guards. 

[hider=crime scene 3 if Max decides to find it]
The body wasn’t even all that hidden. It was a few steps away from the back wall of the empty ballroom, carelessly dropped. At first, it only seemed like a bundle of clothes and empty bottles. The sharp scent of alcohol followed the discovery and more than a few moments of looking would show that a person lay there motionless. No rise and fall of their chest, no noises or twitches to give any sign of life.

They were dead.

The murderer hadn’t even bothered covering up after themselves. Blood splattered up against the wall, the bite wound was jagged and sharp, significantly larger than a normal vampire’s bite but the corpse was practically a ghost. The corpse had clearly been drained of all it’s blood. The girl’s mask was tossed aside, its feather shredded and the porcelain cracked. One of the girl’s hand was clenched tightly in a fist while the other lay loosely on her stomach where the cloth was torn and small breaks in the skin littered the bare spot around her hand. Periodically, a symbol glowed faintly over her closed fist but it grew weaker and weaker with each passing pulse. [/hider]