"How many glasses have you had tonight that you already forgot?" He teased. He wasn't going to shame her. That's why they were here. For a good time. "No worries. That's why I am here. We were on our way to the next room. For some extra activities to bring this night up a notch. But if you want to duel, I think I could pull out that sword over there."
the homme's question hangs in the air as brown optics dart around the ballroom, taking in the lavish surroundings adorned with gilded mirrors and elaborate chandeliers. she takes a sip of her drink, casting a sidelong glance at her companion. 〝 oh, i'm almost sure we are, 〞 she drawls, her red lipstick accentuating the playful smirk on her face. 〝 though, i must confess, i don't remember what i agreed to. did i accidentally sign up for a duel, a dance or perhaps just a scandalous tête-à-tête in the gardens ? 〞
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"We’re really going to do this aren’t we?" The night hadn't lived up to his expectations yet. He was up for anything tonight.