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[madame_tourvel]

*A young woman enters the Mansion looking, as most new arrivals do, rather confused. She's pretty, though her clothing does nothing to highlight that fact, her brown hair tucked out of sight, her dress, though as extravagant in style as that of any other aristocratic woman of 1780's France, not cut in a way that accentuates or even really reveals

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[slythelegance]

"The mansion," Pansy drawls, yawning lazily from her position on the couch, flipping through a book but not really reading.

[madame_tourvel]

*Madame de Tourvel turns in the direction of Pansy's voice and, gathering layers of heavy skirts in her hands, goes to the couch. Her voice is steady, but holds a hint of panic* I'm sorry, but that's not terribly specific.

[slythelegance]

"It's rather difficult to be specific," Pansy replies, rolling her eyes. "It is what it is. The Mansion. Welcome." She gives a sarcastic little flourish of the hand.

[madame_tourvel]

*No one in Madame de Tourvel's world is quite that openly sarcastic. Not even Valmont.* But whose Mansion? And surely it cannot be that difficult.

[slythelegance]

"It's magic."

[madame_tourvel]

*She laughs, slightly nervously* No, but truly, I do need to know.

[slythelegance]

Pansy looks at her seriously. "Do I look like I enjoy joking around?"