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[color=E77298]Time:[/color]Evening
[color=E77298]Location:[/color]Caesonia Ballroom in Danrose's Castle
[color=E77298]Interaction:[/color]Kazumin [@samreaper]
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/41/d4/8841d475bea83a0764cb7d49784882a1.jpg] Pink gown[/url] 

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Anastasia's eyes had been closed as she swirled around, pausing only when she heard a loud female voice. She glanced over and watched Lady Crystal Damien [i]run[/i] away from a well-dressed blonde man with a very tasteful cowlick. The girl was in tears and he did not look all that happy either. Lady Crystal really did not attend these events often, however, she had not forgotten her existence. Anastasia recalled that she had always been a nice girl. Perhaps maybe a little sensitive now that she had not been out much. From the man's reaction, it did not seem he meant to upset her.

[color=E77298][i]That was rough.[/i][/color]

The blonde man moved off the dance floor mid-song, his face in his hands. She immediately ran over to the man and pranced in front of him, [color=E77298]"Hey big boy!"[/color]She exclaimed with a smile, looking up at the depressed Kazumin,[color=E77298]"The song isn't over yet! Wanna dance with me?"[/color] She offered her hands out. [color=E77298]"We can always just swing around in circles if you are depleted of your life force. I have not drunk a thing yet so I [i]swear[/i] I will not puke on you."[/color]

As she was standing there awaiting his reply, a third joined them. A man in expensive wear and a black mask approached them. Anastasia's attention was stolen briefly as he pushed an envelope against her torso. She took it and watched as he walked away without another word. [color=E77298][i]Oh Marek. I wonder who that even was that you sent here to deliver your invitations. You do love the drama of it all, don't you?[/i][/color] Unceremoniously, she ripped the envelope open and held the letter up above her head to read it.

[hider=The Letter]Dear Anastasia,

The night has just begun. Come to 420 Wicker Street. It's the only warehouse in sight.  Titles will be left at the door. Anyone who looks down on controversial ways of amusement, or who would inform who they shouldn't, shall not be invited. Tell no one you are going or where you are going.[/hider]

[color=E77298][i]Oh no. I almost forgot... I shouldn't go. I told Wystan I wouldn't worry him... But then I also promised Marek I'd be there![/i][/color]

Anastasia seemed in her head, conflicted for a moment before she looked back at Kazumin and placed the letter in his hands with a smile. She had to get rid of the evidence regardless of her decision. [color=E77298]"You look like you can use a better party... Girls here, well, they're a little on the delicate side sometimes. Don't take it too personally."[/color]