[She is a young woman still, though weary -- so weary, her smile bitter where once it was sweet as she surveys her surroundings. This is not where she was questioned by the Comité, it is not a cell, nor is there any efficient machine of execution in sight, though she knows she is condemned. She pushes her hair back from her face, where it has been
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Paul smirks, tipping his hat to her but not rising from where he's lounged out on a sofa. His gaze is calculating and a little bit lecherous, sizing her up in more ways than one.
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