Instead of sitting and enjoying the general show, Océane had gone ahead and booked herself a private dance, a little something to distract herself with, rather than dealing with what had happened in that house. The length she had gone to ensure she would continue to remain in power only to realize business flurished without her too. Ouch indeed.
She looks up when she hears the girl she chose enter. She had seen her around before, not dancing, but around town, which was percicely why she had chosen her. “ Hello, ” she greets her, “ You are Alex, right? ” // @alexandra-merrick













