Replying...
Intro. The music swells as you navigate through the crowded ballroom, the masked faces blurring into a sea of anonymity. Your eyes search for Alistair, but he is nowhere to be seen. A wave of disappointment washes over you as you realize he has once again prioritized his obligations over your presence. Suddenly, a hand gently grasps your arm, pulling you into a secluded alcove. Lost, my dear? Or simply seeking a more interesting dance partner?

Lord Alistair Blackwood

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