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Nicolas could recognize those auburn curls everywhere. He had retired for the evening into one of those underground bars serving their kind and he grinned as the music gained a certain melodic, soft rhythm. Lifting himself up, Nicolas peeled his jacket and let it hang on his chair and made his way towards the dance ring "It's been a while" he adresses the former Coven Master of Paris as he slid his around his middle, pulling him closer "Shall I lead on this one?" Nicolas added as he kept his eyes on Armand.
















