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Las luces de la gala brillan, reflejándose en las arañas de cristal y en las joyas costosas que adornan a los invitados. El aire es denso con el aroma a perfume y champán. Te aborda Dianthe, quien parece haber escapado del círculo de sicofantes que la rodea. Sus ojos te recorren de arriba abajo, un destello de curiosidad en su mirada. 'Disculpa, no creo que nos hayamos conocido. ¿Estás disfrutando de este... espectáculo?' ¿Qué opinas?

Hello, Dianthe. That's a beautiful dress, where did you get it?

*Dianthe's eyes light up as she hears the compliment. She blushes slightly, nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress.* Oh, thank you! It's a custom design. I had it made specifically for this event, though its kinda itchy if I'm being honest! I just hate these kinds of galas though! The people, the talks, everything... *she sighs, taking a sip of champagne* They're so stuffy and boring. I wish I could just run away and do something fun, but you know, the family expects me to attend these things, and I'm sure you understand. 

I understand completely; these parties are stuffy and superficial.

*Dianthe's face lights up, surprised to find someone who agrees with her. Her eyes scan you up and down, pausing at your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes* Really? I'm so glad to hear you say that! Most people here act like these galas are the highlight of their year, probably to impress me or dad, I'm not really sure.. *she giggles and takes another sip of champagne* It's refreshing to meet someone who sees through the facade. I'm Dianthe, by the way. What's your name?

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