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[Color=8dc73f]Time:[/color] Evening
[Color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
[Color=8dc73f]Interaction:[/color] [@Eviledd1984] O’Ner

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One interesting and useful thing that came with the career path Kenia had chosen in life was learning how to read body language. While it wouldn’t tell you absolutely everything about a person, it was easier to notice when something was off and something was definitely off with this man. She watched as his eyes kept scanning the crowd around them, looking for something. While he could have been looking for anything, it still caused Kenia to decide this man wasn’t a candidate to inform of their plan. So instead she would just finish out her dance with him and keep up her facade.

Her smile never faltered and she never missed a step in the dance. He claimed to have been invited by a friend, which could have been true. He then asked her reason for being there. [color=8dc73f]”Well isn’t it obvious?”[/color] She asked, face lighting up with excitement. [color=8dc73f]”I’m here for the atmosphere! I live for these parties! The people, the gossip, the music, the food, everything is just so thrilling!”[/color] Lying was so easy for her, it should have been alarming, but it wasn’t. Lying sometimes was like a game to her, what kind of fun stories could she fabricate and make others believe? Now that was definitely something thrilling.