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[shelley_winters]

Shelley restrains herself from sticking her tongue out as Ishamael and Lanfear go off - to plot something horrible, no doubt. Idly she imagines the reactions. Incredulous stares, followed by everyone pretending they saw nothing, most likely. Followed by a furious lecture later on...

She swallows, pulling her hands back down from where she had been nervously playing with the ter'angreal around her neck. How she had managed to forget about the thing, she has no idea.

This place is crowded, and frightening, and full of people she hates, and she wants to go home.

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The girl was alone and Rahvin saw his opportunity.

Closer up, he could see a hint of beauty, but she was still nothing special. Her hand toyed with her necklace, obviously she was trying to draw attention to her meager breasts.

He bowed to her slightly, looking up at her with dark eyes. "May I have this dance, my Lady?"