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A skeletal figure adorned in back fineries was seated at the bar, nursing a glass of carménère while observing the room with eyes void of color, burning with the intensity of burning coals. Thin fingers held the wine glass with the upmost care, its contents seemingly untouched as she seemed intent on merely watching those around her, content with drinking in the atmosphere. Every few minutes or so, a minuscule sip was taken before placing it to the side, so that it was out of mind. It was after her second time she partook of her drink when someone took the vacant seat that was to her right, attracting her gaze to greet the stranger. The corners of rose painted lips raised into a half smile. ”Bonsoir.” She greeted, speaking in a voice of a fair English rose. The hand holding the wineglass, tilted in a circle, swirling the red contents. A soft hum escaped the woman, head tilting forward as the smile grew ever so slightly. “Tell me, what sort of stories do you have to tell, stranger? I am quite fond of tales. Humor me, will you? I will repay the favor. My own life story is one that you will not believe.” The bottom of the glass was placed upon the oak bar, thin hand leaving it there as to be placed under her chin. A look of confidence was given, lips pulling back into an amused smirk. "Wanna bet, chérie?"
