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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rystil Arden" data-source="post: 3903125" data-attributes="member: 29014">*Apparently, whatever Zoe did, that was the wrong thing to say, as it seems to implicate Gabriel further. The woman slaps Gabriel again, then, mercurial as quicksilver, she laughs and pats him on the arm before moving on.**Zoe dances normally for a while, perhaps waiting for the dancers to line up more favourably for whatever she wants to do next.  Then Gabriel notices her letting something fall slowly in a circle as she turns.  If he glances down, he can see that she left a circular line of ink, the same radius as the dress of the woman who will standing there in a moment, and sure enough, the dark-haired young noblewoman steps over it without seeing it, dipping the hem of her dress all along the edge into the ink, and just before the capriccio reached a section where the ladies spin rapidly in place.  Of course, Zoe and Gabriel are far from there by now, but as the target lady spins, ink goes flying out from the ink-soaked edge of the dress in all directions, particularly toward a masked woman who must be Mlle X because looking at her, he can't imagine that she isn't the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.  Mlle X has incredible golden tresses of the most enticing hue, spilling past the mask of expensive Tyrian Violet velvet that offsets and thus emphasises her big gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, he can't help but admit to himself that she is redefining his definition of beauty.  Momentarily entranced, as are many other men, he is therefore watching her directly as she moves with effortless, almost supernatural grace, continuing the dance in such a way that she spins and whirls and twists and dodges every single droplet of ink like a movie character dodging bullets in Matrix-style bullet time.  Several other nearby targets are splattered with ink, however.*</blockquote>

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