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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Edwards Estate[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Morning of the 25th[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Attire:[/b] [url=https://imgur.com/a/PvvbxKV]Robes[/url][/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Anastasia/Charlotte [@princess], Olivia [@Potter], Ariella [@tpartywithzombi], Zarai [@Rodiak], Fritz [@JJ Doe], and Stratya [@CitrusArms][/color]

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Farim curled a smile at Zarai’s declaration. He searched his mind for the words - not having spoken this tongue in some time. Once he gathered the right meaning, he leaned in while still holding Anastasia in his arm. [color=D2691E]”No dudo de tu encanto. No soy tímido cuando se trata de desafíos, porque puedo ser bastante... persuasivo.”[/color] The man let the words hang with a pleased expression on his face before leaning back in his seat. He meant no ill will of course - this was all part of the fun and he was rather enjoying his banter with the fine woman.

The next sequence of events definitely stirred a fire within the man. Back home he would definitely be far more brazen if a woman such as Anastasia doted over him so fondly - but this was a much more refined atmosphere. Full debauchery would not do. No…this required a delicate dance between two flirtatious souls in the midst of both fun and not-so-fun onlookers. 

[color=D2691E]”Well, Anastasia my sweetheart, are you suggesting you need to find a place to let off some steam?”[/color] His voice rolled off the tongue with a sensual whisper into her ear followed by a chuckle. Her shifting in his lap did not go unnoticed, prompting him to shift in an equally promiscuous manner. At this point, Farim could hardly contain his own behavior - but as his hands glided along the front of her bodice, an announcement rang through the air from the birthday boy.

The performance was beautiful to Farim’s ears. His appreciation for music lended him the chance to fully immerse himself in the tones that this grand instrument played. [color=d2691e]”I do wish we had many pianos back home - they sound so lovely don’t they?”[/color] He spoke to everyone at the table this time - simply enjoying the moment. Then the second piece was announced, tied with a pointed thank you at a certain “Charlotte Vikena”. His head shifted to eye the table across - a jolly group of individuals who seemed to be getting their drink on. [color=D2691E][i]Oh my, an admirer perhaps? But is she not already with that man there? This is certainly interesting…[/i][/color]

The second piece continued with a similar level of grace and quality. Farim enjoyed listening to a live performance from one of the nobles of Caessonia. He considered it a treat, yet even as the second piece played his playful nature still persisted with the woman perched so perfectly on his lap. The same hand hovering on her midriff gently rubbed her dress with the ball of the man’s fingers. This continued throughout the piece and even as Drake went to give the crowd a bow. What happened next however - gave the Trade Prince quite the impression.

A young man tumbles, followed by the hushed sighs and oohs of the crowd. Then a young man, Anastasia’s brother Farim recalled, offered some reassurance - which was quickly dashed by a shouting woman who he could only presume was the young lord’s mother. Finally another fair lady approached which Farim immediately recognized as Ariella. [color=d2691e][i]That is right! This is the man who whisked her away the other night…so this is Ariella’s family? Explains why she likes to run off..[/i][/color] His heart went out to the pair of siblings. Seeing the way their mother tore into the pair both currently and just earlier as Ariella was berated for her lack of footwear. 

But the ensuing chaos and heckling brought a smile to his face. Farim decided to act on his chaotic impulse and wrap a hand around the chin of the Princess. He was deliberately moving in such a way that she may even think he’d pop a kiss right there. But he slipped just past her ear to softly whisper to her. [color=D2691E]”I must confess…as fun as it is to dance our little dance - decorum says I must behave myself. But perhaps later, we can work out some of these….frustrations.”[/color] He coyly suggested with a wink.

A quick flip of his hand snuck its way beneath the silky waves of her dress to rub the soft skin of the woman’s calf - all for but a fleeting moment as everyone's attention was drawn to the Edwards drama broiling in front of them. Then, as everyone began to look back to their own tables, the Shehzade wrapped his arms around her waist and rested then calmly in her lap as he smiled deviously at the Princess. [color=D2691E]”Strip poker sounds great, so long as it is in the interest of everyone present.”[/color] Farim said with a nod towards the Knight Captain who had protested moments before.

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