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Daphne dodged the familiar face, squeezing through the throng of withering bodies on the dace floor. The bite me collar around her neck chaffed a bit from how tight it was, but she supposed that it needed to be in order for whomever was around to read it. Despite previous experiences, it was the least that she could do for Rosu. They were the ones throwing the festival for all to enjoy. A few drops of blood were nothing in comparison.
Reaching the other side of the room, she sighed in annoyance. The line for the Ferris wheel snaked around the line for the ladies room leaving the witch with no where to hide. There were the private rooms, but she doubted very much that she'd be welcome into one of the dens of secrets. Instead she sulked towards the bar, hoping for a bit of liquid courage to face whatever the night had in store for her.
