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[color=D0B4EC]Time:[/color] Day  
[color=D0B4EC]Location:[/color] Sorian Park
[color=D0B4EC]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/LEHBLRN.jpeg[/url]Dress[/url], [url=i.imgur.com/2SBcciZ.png]Amulet[/url]
[color=D0B4EC]Interaction:[/color] [@CitrusArms] Stratya  [@FunnyGuy] Alexander [@Tae] Mina
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[i]“From the very heart of Vermillion, Verimont's Darling—Lady Charlotte Vikena.”[/i]

At her name, Charlotte emerged from the side of the stage. The sunlight caught in her dark hair as she stepped gracefully forward. Her dress swept about her ankles, its soft colors chosen to flatter without ostentation. She smiled, sweetly yet with some shyness coloring her cheeks, before sinking into a curtsy for the crowd.

Straightening, Charlotte clasped her hands before her and let her gaze sweep across the rows of bidders, [color=D0B4EC] “Good day to you all. It is an honor to stand here for such a cause, and in such lovely company.”[/color]

She glanced over at Captain Stratya Durmand and gave her an encouraging smile as the others on stage introduced themselves. 

It had been a long week...[i]Longer than she cared to admit[/i]...and Charlotte wasn’t entirely certain she wanted to be standing on this stage at all. The whole ordeal felt rather contrived, and yet… she reminded herself why she was here. 

[i]Alexander Deacon.[/i]

The man was hardly trustworthy. Every instinct told her so. And yet, he dangled answers before her like fruit just out of reach, and she needed those answers more than she wished to let on. If keeping him close meant indulging his schemes and playing the game for a day, then she would do it. She would smile and curtsy and pretend it was all quite natural.

Still, she had never done anything of the sort before. The thought tugged at her composure. Her brows knitted and a subtle yet brief frown formed across her lips before she could hide it away. Tilting her head slightly toward Stratya, she let her voice slip in a hushed murmur.

[i][color=D0B4EC]“What does one do if no one bids on them?”[/color][/i]

The words were in jest, but they also betrayed her nerves. She quickly smoothed her expression back into a bright smile for the crowd, but her fingers tightened just a little in her skirts as the others introduced themselves.
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