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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:51 pm
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Her greeting came soon after she arrived at the lobby, the presence of a familiar and charming woman sitting patiently, fostering a subtle yet certain smile on the cryokinetic’s face. It wasn’t often she smiled, but this was an exception. In fact, it was a nice change of pace for her, seeing as the concerns of the meeting and the overall governance of the city had tensed her up. “I can’t keep you waiting too long now, can I?” she replied, raising a single brow, walking forward to close the distance between them. Her words implied a readiness to depart, though she didn’t evade the opportunity to appreciate her companion’s beauty. Her words of flattery were reinforced by the level of attention and the apparent attention given to each physical trait her eyes wandered over: strings of golden hair woven magnificently over a beautifully-crafted head, eyes of a puzzling grayish blue, and the subtle curvature of her lips, concealing the luster of her teeth. Her white dress—famously her favorite color—embraced the outline of her body longingly, loosely enough to fall short of scandalous, and tightly enough to befit a countess with lingering ardor. “You aren’t short of stunning yourself, you know,” she added, tilting her head slightly right, her own hand emerging from the ivory of her dress, which she offered to her amant-à-être.
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