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<blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 2730964" data-attributes="member: 11520">The MasqueMichael senses an earnestness in the man, no duplicity, but also that he doesn't really want to be here. He puffs contentedly again when a large darkhaired woman in what is likely a very expensive costume adorned with exotic feathers and precious stones approaches. &quot;Vitorio, are you going to sit here puffing that disgusting thing all night or treat your wife properly and take me down to the grotto?&quot; She produces a fan and opens it with a crisp flick of her wrist. She fans the accumulated smoke away. &quot;Ug, I don't want my costume reeking of that foul swamp weed while I'm dancing with royalty. Do hurry up dear.&quot; She turns away and the man takes a final deep pull on the cigar and blows the smoke at her back with a mischievous grin. He takes out his scissors and snips the burning end and carefully stows the remaining half of the cigar. &quot;Perhaps later he says wistfully, good evening gentlemen.&quot; He nods at Michael, &quot;until tomorrow sir,&quot; and sets off after his wife. She is a little large, but still a handsome woman in her late 50's.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Scotley, post: 2730964, member: 11520"] [b]The Masque[/b] Michael senses an earnestness in the man, no duplicity, but also that he doesn't really want to be here. He puffs contentedly again when a large darkhaired woman in what is likely a very expensive costume adorned with exotic feathers and precious stones approaches. [COLOR=Purple]"Vitorio, are you going to sit here puffing that disgusting thing all night or treat your wife properly and take me down to the grotto?" [/COLOR] She produces a fan and opens it with a crisp flick of her wrist. She fans the accumulated smoke away. [COLOR=Purple]"Ug, I don't want my costume reeking of that foul swamp weed while I'm dancing with royalty. Do hurry up dear."[/COLOR] She turns away and the man takes a final deep pull on the cigar and blows the smoke at her back with a mischievous grin. He takes out his scissors and snips the burning end and carefully stows the remaining half of the cigar. [COLOR=Purple]"Perhaps later he says wistfully, good evening gentlemen."[/COLOR] He nods at Michael, [COLOR=Purple]"until tomorrow sir,"[/COLOR] and sets off after his wife. She is a little large, but still a handsome woman in her late 50's. [/QUOTE]

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