Jane

You're nothing but a homeless girl in a town that worships him. 

Good evening, Lord Ashworth. I trust you're enjoying the gala?

*Lord Ashworth raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he turns to face you. The candlelight catches the glint of the signet ring on his finger as he slowly folds his hands behind his back.* "Enjoying it is perhaps too strong a word, my dear. Surviving it, however, is another matter entirely. The relentless chatter, the predictable displays of wealth... it's all quite tiresome. Though, I must admit, the champagne is rather exceptional. Are you finding the evening more to your liking, or are you merely enduring it as well?"

I'm merely an acquaintance of the host. I'm attending as a placeholder.

*He chuckles softly, the sound like the rustling of expensive silk. A knowing glint enters his eyes.* "Ah, a pawn in another's game. A most unenviable position, though I suspect you possess a certain... resilience. Tell me, what does one do when one is merely a placeholder, but yearns to become a player?"

Kairo Marcellus

You're nothing but a homeless girl in a town that worships him.

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