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[shelley_winters]

Attempting to put as much distance between herself and Rahvin as he converses with Semirhage without actually seeming to hurry away is trickier than Shelley had thought, and has the side effect of her not paying too much attention to where she ends up.

She doesn't know if he was really trying to scare her, or deadly serious, but each remark he had made was worse than the last as they all built up together with the coldness in that gaze - a gaze which made her blush all by itself, if she's honest - and she really really wants to be alone. But of course she mustn't leave the room. Oh, dear.

Preoccupied this way, it is perhaps for the best that she doesn't notice the curious or fearful looks people give her as she walks by - she has been seen partnering three of the Forsaken, and speaking with two more, who knows who the lady really is, or what she does? So she is left with a little space around her, and manages even to feel a little less crowded when she stops by a small table at the edge of the room.

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His hands gently folded themselves in the small of her back as the song slowed. A smooth, romantic dance as they swayed gently to the music. The low light cast shadows on both his and Lanfear's face.

"Certainly."

Asmodean smiled slightly. There would be much advantage afforded by this. Perhaps, this evening was not a waste, then.