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‘It’s a damned shame, the mass of resplendent dames in assemblage, accompanied by their unsightly suitors. Dare I say more an inefficacy than the liquor in supply that couldn’t match to intoxicate an infant?’
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‘It’s a damned shame, the mass of resplendent dames in assemblage, accompanied by their unsightly suitors. Dare I say more an inefficacy than the liquor in supply that couldn’t match to intoxicate an infant?’
An aureate goblet gingerly drained of it's crimson contents coaxed Kamille from a cluster of bodies, manoeuvring through the slight crowd to a servant who's bony grasp curled around a jug's jutting handle. A slender wrist reached as the outsider poured, a light gaze glancing in the direction of the nearest company, offering a small portion of her attention, "Is the content of your chalice dwindling as well? Albeit I'm not certain we require the intake of vino to elicit excitement-- It is all so thrilling, is it not?"
“Such a celebration would not be nearly as enjoyable without the company of my children — though it is all I can do to keep just one under my supervision, let alone seven. I can not sit idle for too long, lest we emerge from our revelries to find Rome in shambles from their unattended frolic. But sit, friend — how goes your merry-making?”