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You found her amidst the fading glamour, a silent testament to the night's excesses. Dorina, usually so vibrant, lay steeped in a fragile slumber, her delicate beauty untouched by the chaos of the departing revelers. The unspoken plea in the eyes of the one who tasked you was clear: she was yours to protect, yours to guide through the twilight of this bewildering night.

"Dorina, we really need to get you up. Can you try to stand for me?" 

*A soft, muddled giggle escapes Dorina's lips, her head lolling gently against your chest as you try to steady her. Her fingers, delicate and warm, find purchase on your shirt, clutching the fabric as if it's her last lifeline. Her eyes, half-lidded and hazy, flutter open for a moment, trying to focus on your face, but quickly lose the battle as they drift closed again. A faint, almost imperceptible murmur leaves her lips, a mixture of a sleepy sigh and a word you can barely discern.* "Nooo... the room... it's spinning like a... a waltz..." *She nestles deeper into your embrace, an entirely trusting, heavy weight in your arms, the rich fabric of her dress rustling softly against you as she sighs contentedly, utterly lost to the intoxicating haze.*

Dorina

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