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[color=lightgray][color=lightgray][color=F4BC5E][b]Time[/b]:[/color] Afternoon > Evening 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location[/b]:[/color] Damien Estate [/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color]
[color=black]☼[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/sEt9673.jpg]Crown[/url]
[color=black]☼[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/GL5bfhI.png]Mask[/url]
[color=black]☼[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/U6ZSsuL.jpg]Hairstyle[/url]
[color=black]☼[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/5vug62n.jpg]Dress[/url]
[color=black]☼[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/qjQOlCN.png]Shoes[/url]
[color=F4BC5E]Interactions:[/color] [@]Rodiak] Zarai 
[color=F4BC5E]Mentions:[/color] [@Tae] Kalli [color=black]☼[/color] [@princess] Charlotte, [color=black]☼[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo 
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[color=silver]The beach escapade had been cut short. Despite the passion she had for the sun’s rays, there was only so much of it she could withstand. The wandering eyes caused her to smirk haughtily while she strode along it, paying no mind to these bumbling vampires. The trip was not without hazard; a few stumbles at the beach had caused her temper to flare. Since she did not desire for the world to see her tripping, it caused her trip to end abruptly. In her palanquin, she drew the covers shut on each side and rested her head back against the walls. Kalliope’s voice r nag throughout her mind and the sight of the bastard red whore caused her stomach to churn. The guards remained silent since they knew she did not want conversation and were not fans of the viper’s bite. It would have been nicer if it was quiet; the lame music echoed in her mind and the sound of laughter and screams irritated her aching head. She sighed and began trying to meditate to push it out of her mind. If she could just….. 

When Layla returned to her room, she fell back onto the bed with a loud sigh. The beach scene ran through her mind repeatedly and she struggled to push it out of her mind. Farim’s words to her caused her to roll her eyes and wonder what the fuck he was talking about. The trip had been worth it, she told herself. Charlotte looked [i]scared[/i] of her. This thought caused her to chortle until her stomach ached; what a fool. How did she achieve so many friends? The laughter at her expression continued, until she remembered the Duke’s humiliation, and the laughter slowly died. Fury rushed through her once more and she sat up with a groan. How was he allowed to live, to breathe, and be allowed near other nobility? Surely this was some sick prank upon them. Who trusted this bumbling, good-for-nothing jester of a duke to be left in charge of a city? How did Kalliope, the King’s whore, remember her fall at the ball? Layla scowled deeply and wished nothing but harm to the little whore. She shook her head and decided they would have their karma soon enough. She wrinkled her nose and clenched her fists, grabbed a silk robe and change of clothes, then abruptly moved to the bathroom. 

With hot water she both despised and loved, Layla scrubbed her skin until the thought of the Duke’s mustache on her legs was gone. Her mind clear now, she smiled softly. The masquerade was tonight; a chance to mingle and watch from afar. Tonight would be different from the beach. While she finished her shower, she sang quietly, knowing she would not be heard by her guards. She slipped the robe on and glanced at her masquerade outfit with a grin. Her heart rose inside her throat and she abruptly pushed it away. It would not do her well to linger on these thoughts; not when she had to prepare. 

Over the next few hours, Layla prepped for the event and was finally ready. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. There would only be one soul who matched her beauty, her grace, and her ensemble. With a grin, Layla kissed Zilal’s head and stroked him gently. [color=F4BC5E]”I can’t bring you, my love, but I will return tonight.”[/color] He flicked his tail and curled back up, though she knew it brought him sadness not to go with her again. [color=F4BC5E]”I’d bring you, but I can't stand hearing people complain about you. You’re much better than these people. You know that.”[/color] He flicked his tail again and she smirked at him, and then left her room. On her way out, she ushered her guards to bring her palanquin, because there was no way she’d walk to the Damien estate in these heels. Of course, it brought her joy to make such an entrance, and she’d be damned if anyone ruined this chance. 

Once she arrived, Layla ignored everyone until her gaze found [i]her[/i].[/color]