Stormclouds Gather

[Jayce]

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Yolande suppressed a second wince as the Rogue took her hand, those brown, doe-like eyes of hers tracing his every movement. All around, the local malcontents paused for just a moment, observing the almost-theatrical performance taking place. A few even seemed to be placing quiet bets, though the pair on stage paid them no mind. Gruff lips brushed against soft, porcelain skin, the barest hint of stubble tickling it gently. The sensation was so unexpected, so alien to the situation, that the Corsican couldn't help but let out the tiniest giggle, presenting a wide smile for the Rogue as he met her gaze once more.

"So it would seem!" A second, louder laugh escaped her lips, and, risking some form of retribution, Yolande took a step forward. Reaching out with her now-free hand, she rested it on Hemlocke's shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. Without crowding the predator too harshly, the pair grew closer, until Yolande was nearly at his side. "Mon ami, tell me..." Another pregnant pause, just long enough for her to lock eyes with the man, the lavender scent of her perfume teasing his nose and drowning out the scent of the bay. Running her hand from his shoulder, it slid down his back slowly, coming to rest near his opposite hip. When the woman next spoke, her voice had taken on a very personal, almost-sultry tone. "Do you put on performances like the one outside for everyone, or exclusively for les nobles attractives?"

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