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[center][h1][color=#D8BFD8]Rihannon Linx[/color][/h1]  
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[color=#D8BFD8]Location:[/color] Sam’s Room —> Ballroom
[color=#D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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Rhiannon left the room to change as the conversation came to a close. It was a black-tie event, but Rhiannon decided to go the other way and wear white. Very rarely did they wear such a bright colour, but white was a sign of the dead and a mark of respect. Rhiannon found it oddly fitting that they had chosen to pack this outfit for tonight’s event. 

After applying a light pink [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/04/3e/30043e65723ec77586a9d9d654a2c807.jpg]make-up[/url], Rhi left their room and headed down to the ballroom. Bits of the conversation floated in and out of their mind as they walked, their heels clacking a comfortable rhythm on the floor as they walked. Steps to a dance formed in their mind, temporarily distracting them before Rhiannon walked through the doors and into the ballroom.

They paused, taking in the overly ornate scene before them. Did Renee truly want to live with people who lived like this? It was a bit much. It was spectacular. Rhiannon sighed, walking over to join Ralph and accepted a glass of wine, but didn’t sip the concoction yet. 

[color=#D8BFD8]”You clean up well,”[/color] Rhi said to Ralph conversationally.