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Boys, men, soldiers, toys...
Lady Davina Callister adored them all; even if soldiers were paired with the latter. But what she really loved from them was the
money. Endless jewels and fancy wears is the sort of life she wished to lead. A plush and posh existence with a man of exquisite tastes and a refined air about him...
But oh! The pickings were slim at an event so fair, and also- the men's faces so hard to see! A masked ball! How strange a thing, and how dull. It would prove difficult for a woman like Davina to just sniff out what she desired.. but even still, with a frustrated sigh, she tossed her dark black curls over her shoulder and lifted her wine glass to her raspberry painted lips.. for that's what she had come as, something sweet, something..
different, as Davina Callister came as a dessert. Her dress was a deep wine color with light, almost unseen layers beneath it in a warm vanilla hue, and gloves that covered every inch of skin up her arms..
and of course, the dress was cut exceptionally low, and her mask, held on a rod, was lifted from time to time from her face as eh peered around the room. A top of her head, jewels were strung in a theme of a raspberry tarts, and little, sewn versions of the desert were strewn throughout her dress. It wasn't in too much excess, but the small, frilly, feathery cape thing upon her shoulders was annoying. And her new heels were digging into her feet.
Sighing again, she took another swig of her wine and went to see what sort of men were playing games, and as she moved down one of the great halls, she passed a number of rooms. There was a study with an extensive library, one she could smell all the way from the hall, then a music room and behind that- a series of game rooms where the men were quickly gathering. It figures. Give men booze and a deck of cards, billiards even, and they will come.
Adjusting the jeweled collar she wore, she fussed over her cleavage, making sure it was ripe, before waltzing on into the room. Might as well play a game of her own....