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She heard the footsteps behind her before she turned to see who they belonged to. For a moment, concern gripped her that she might be accosted by a footpad or vagabond, but when she did move to see the figure, she was pleasantly relieved. Another partygoer. One a little more rough around the edges than her. Not exactly a difficult feat though- she prided herself on how her edges had been smoothed down. Frowning a little, she made the barest gesture of a curtsey towards the man. [color=#cc00cc]"Madamoiselle Noire, a pleasure to meet you."[/color] Her voice was slightly terse and significantly accented, and the way she moved her head caused the whiskers of her mask to quiver slightly. [color=#cc00cc]"[i]Mais oui,[/i] I was hoping to attend the festivities"[/color] she continued, continuing to walk slowly as she did so.

Aside from the mask she wore, the rest of her clothing had been carefully and deliberately picked out. A woman's jacket, warm to fend away the evening chill and a wide brimmed hat, from beneath which the amber eyes of her mask peered out and in the shadows of which the true eye-holes of the mask were difficult to discern. Underneath were the usual assortments of petticoats, garters and other accoutrements required for a lady to look her best. [color=#cc00cc]"I suppose we ought to be going. Wolves there may not be, but there is no reason to dawdle."[/color]

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