[ This is old hat to Dorothy by now, and she thinks at some point, much later, she'll look back on this and laugh bitterly into her drink. A simple girl turned jaded runaway turned spy whelp turned seductress. At least, that's her role to play tonight, and Dorothy dances to the tune of beguiling allure easily, as though she'd been born to do little or nothing else.
That's far from the truth, of course, but it suits her purpose well enough tonight.
It isn't as though she hasn't taken notice of the tall, stately-looking server. Many of the young noblewomen had already flocked towards him, instead of fawning over the more portly and older baron-- which was fine. Dorothy didn't need an audience.
But who knew, that the very person who had been such an excellent distraction earlier, was going to bump into her now. Dorothy responds in kind, a quick, subtle sidestep in the off-chance that he hadn't been prepared to evade her.
Tonight, she's still the young, maidenly student of an academy for the wealthy and demure. She answers as such. ]
[He wonders if he should have faked a British accent at that point. But he's gotten this far without it so he'll keep going with the flow.]
Well, then. I can only offer a sincere apology with these.
[Dom idly lowers the tray so that it's level with the admittedly pretty (but not a young academy student) woman, offering the tiny and delicate bite-sized pastries to her.
Apparently, he was being a big help. She must have a big job to do during the party.]
[ Well. He's going to be swarmed any moment by a vast majority of single (and not) young ladies, judging by the covetous stares she's already picking up from a quick glance in the general vicinity. Might as well.
So Dorothy simple plucks one of the pastries up, executing a perfect curtsy before she takes a bite. It's tiny, so at least it won't be long before she finishes it. ]
Thank you. I shouldn't take much more of your time, however.
[Ladies, please... To his credit, he doesn't give a hint of being perturbed or aware of his minor popularity. He shifts, turning to go on the opposite end of the room before pausing as if he's remembered something.]
[His eyes are too sharp, his demeanor too calm. His voice lowers so that no one else in the vicinity can hear his words, except for Dorothy.]
... It is for you, right?
You might want to find a way to clear the room. Some people wanna party hard, but not in a good way.
[The words he picked up on, originating from a gentlemen duo who have snuck out of the main floor and to another room to snatch away some important items or documents or other.
"A distraction."
"In 15 minutes..."
"Smoke bomb..."
"It's our escape route too."
"It'll root out those spies too and..."
The tall man hums before he leaves Dorothy with a cryptic statement.]
15 minutes. Better start looking.
[Dominique clucks his tongue and moves towards the group of ladies who are vying for his attention.]
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That's far from the truth, of course, but it suits her purpose well enough tonight.
It isn't as though she hasn't taken notice of the tall, stately-looking server. Many of the young noblewomen had already flocked towards him, instead of fawning over the more portly and older baron-- which was fine. Dorothy didn't need an audience.
But who knew, that the very person who had been such an excellent distraction earlier, was going to bump into her now. Dorothy responds in kind, a quick, subtle sidestep in the off-chance that he hadn't been prepared to evade her.
Tonight, she's still the young, maidenly student of an academy for the wealthy and demure. She answers as such. ]
The rudeness was on my part. Do excuse me.
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Well, then. I can only offer a sincere apology with these.
[Dom idly lowers the tray so that it's level with the admittedly pretty (but not a young academy student) woman, offering the tiny and delicate bite-sized pastries to her.
Apparently, he was being a big help. She must have a big job to do during the party.]
One for the road?
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So Dorothy simple plucks one of the pastries up, executing a perfect curtsy before she takes a bite. It's tiny, so at least it won't be long before she finishes it. ]
Thank you. I shouldn't take much more of your time, however.
[ Yep, they're definitely starting to close in. ]
1/2
[Ladies, please... To his credit, he doesn't give a hint of being perturbed or aware of his minor popularity. He shifts, turning to go on the opposite end of the room before pausing as if he's remembered something.]
Although...
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... It is for you, right?
You might want to find a way to clear the room. Some people wanna party hard, but not in a good way.
[The words he picked up on, originating from a gentlemen duo who have snuck out of the main floor and to another room to snatch away some important items or documents or other.
"A distraction."
"In 15 minutes..."
"Smoke bomb..."
"It's our escape route too."
"It'll root out those spies too and..."
The tall man hums before he leaves Dorothy with a cryptic statement.]
15 minutes. Better start looking.
[Dominique clucks his tongue and moves towards the group of ladies who are vying for his attention.]