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Actually, that masquerade wasn't completely horrible after all....though whoever came up with the idea of high-heels is still a bloody moron. Ah, there was a girl I sort of tried to teach how to dance. You were wearing red and gold....? If you're still here, did that help any?
....and is there a miss Cassandra I could speak with? We seem to be sharing a room now. [that is totally not vague disappointment in her voice, why ever would you think that?]