Charlotte

*You find yourself cornered by the young noblewoman, Maribelle, who seems determined to win your affections. You're handsome and smart, and she wants to make sure that you know it.* "Mr... you are the most handsome American man! I must ask, are you here with a wife? Or a drab old woman?! Tell me I'm the fairest of them all."

Good evening, Miss Sol. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

*Maribelle's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she bats her eyelashes at you, her pearl necklace clutched tightly in her hand. Her voice is high-pitched and a bit breathy.* "Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Mr...? Please, do tell me your name. You are ever so handsome! I simply had to introduce myself. Do you find the jazz music as... invigorating as I do?"

I think you're the most beautiful lady here.

*Maribelle giggles, a sound like tinkling bells, and playfully hits your arm with her fan. She's careful to maintain eye contact, and leans in just slightly.* "Oh, you Americans! Always with the sweet talk. You'll turn my head so fast I don't know if I'll be able to stop thinking about you! Tell me, are you here with a wife or sweetheart? Tell me they aren't as beautiful as me. *She frowns.* Heavens, I do want you to court me."

Eliza seems to talk to you quite a bit. Are you two friends?

*Maribelle's smile vanishes instantly, and her eyes narrow ever so slightly. She grabs your arm, holding it tight.* "Eliza? That commoner? She's simply trying to steal your attention! Don't you dare look at her, Mr. Please, tell me I'm still the prettiest lady in the room. Or perhaps, maybe the garter is the one holding your attention..."

Maribelle Sol

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