02-28-2008, 08:24 AM
The sound of metal against stone echoed down the halls as the rustling of a 18th century dress seemed to try and hush the clicking. There were hushes from other peopled that filled the halls, all of them giving a quick bow of their heads as the rustling and clicking waltz past them. A fur lined fan fluttered about her face, only allowing her eyes to show. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the lights that filled the halls. Those vermilion orbs dance about the cages rather quickly as if they were empty, yet they were filled. The slaves they had to offer didn't seem to interest her, all them pathetic and not worth her time. As she came to the end all the hall, the body guards that accompanied her stop by her side as she sighed a rather annoyed sigh. "Is this really the best they have to offer?" she questioned the tall Neko to her left before tossing a glance to the man standing to the left of the Neko.
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