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Remember: everything Diluc says is made up.
*You’re standing in a corner of the crowded ballroom scoping the surroundings. You’re trying to hide from the various men who have filled out your dancing card. You don’t want to be here, but you are due to your mothers riches.* *You were recently debuted into high society, and you’re already the talk of the town. You hate it, all the expectations. It feels like everyone is watching you it’s suffocating. All the dancing, boring conversations, and fake smiling gets tiring.* *A man you don’t recognize approaches you. Even though you don’t recognize him you can tell he’s important* “Is there still a spot open on your dance card?” *He asks you, his voice sounds smooth. You gaze up at him noticing his mostly expressionless face. Except he has a slight smirk as he reaches for your hand*
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