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[color=FFE4E1]“Well, wouldn’t say that we make all this [i]permanent[/i], but…”[/color]

Cecilia’s eyes flickered up and down Annabelle’s body. She may have been scandalously underdressed, but her complexion was smooth despite no obvious signs of powders, creams or illusion magics, while the combination of black hair and red eyes gave a bit of a gothic edge to the woman. With some work, her interesting looks and somber personality could pull off a look that Cecilia couldn’t, hm?

Then Locke said something dark and vengeful. Right, he [i]also[/i] had that sort of look, didn’t he? They’d make a good pair, for sure. Vengeful mask-count man and his lady, the demon-summoning sword-mistress. How romantic~

[color=FFE4E1]“Don’t worry about money too much,”[/color] Cecilia waved, offering another cookie to Annabelle, [color=FFE4E1]“Not like we can do much in terms of shopping until after we get out of here…but once we do, you [i]must[/i] go shopping with us. Alright? Entrance fee for joining the winner's group and all."[/color]

A blink. Ah, there was the invisible boy that caused so much trouble and that Locke wanted to strangle.

[color=FFE4E1]“What’s your names anyways? I’m Cecilia, by the way. Cecilia Tonitrus. That’s Artemisia, and down there, lying down, is Locke.”[/color]