CASUAL SOCIALIZATION WAS NO LONGER one of mag’s strongest points, seeing as she saw no reason to mingle with those she despised. most of the people rotti had her speak to were the rich elite who had the wealth necessary to afford frequent changes to their appearance   &   avoid the blade of the repo men   ——   uncaring as to the real   &   crumbling world that lay outside their castle doors. this gala that the largo’s had prepared was as dull as it was pretentious, merely put on as an excuse to showcase their good fortune while holding the facade that they actually ‘ cared ‘ for the people who sought a cure for their illnesses. it was disgusting   &   the soprano would do anything to leave   &   retreat for the evening. if only she could find a way   ——

       OUT OF THE CORNER OF HER EYES, she spot’s one of rotti’s bodyguards. not the women who hovered behind him at all times, but one of the many he tended to employ to hunt after more rogue-ish thugs, such as GRAVEROBBERS   &   the like. a plan begins to form in her mind as she quietly slips closer to the man, an arm slowly slinking around his. eyes would scan their surroundings, only speaking when she felt they were far away from the other party-goers. “   i wish to leave this place.   “ she whispered, an anxious air dripping from her tongue. “   could you perhaps escort me to my dressing room ?   “

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