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Room 3

You find yourselves in a well acquainted parlor while the storm rages on outside. Mother's voice resounds from somewhere unseen.

"Dear Mother will be with you in a moment, my children. But until then, please do try to become well acquainted with one another."

[You'll find a small dance card tucked into the pocket of your outfit. It has on it a description of your role. Please refer to the DP journal for a post locked to your team with the contents of your card.]

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Oh, you flatter me.

No, only the truth for you. Your voice like honey. Your lips like silk.

*. . . slipping into total deadpan now yes*

. . . oh no, you'll make me blush~.

*CONTINUING*

The fine hue of your cheek. Your dress like an elegant weapons rack.

[. . . CRACKS UP]

*grins at him, cheeks a little red*

Sorry, I've spent every one of these hitting badly on people. It seemed like a shame to break tradition.

I usually spend it doing the same thing, but I don't see my usual target anywhere.

Tsk, tsk. And here I thought you could rise to any occasion.

It isn't proper for a lady to do that all the time~

Could I convince you otherwise?

You're being very bold, you know.

*sweeps him a bow*

I suppose my boldness isn't oft discussed, but I do pride myself on it.

I had a feeling~

Did you~?

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