Scarlett finished her dance with the king and quickly dismissed herself before he got any closer to her. She had spotted a game that she had played at many balls when she was a bit younger and made her way over to it with a slight joy. It was a dangerous game, but she could always learn a thing or too about a noble if they weren’t playing carefully enough. Perhaps, she didn’t take the game to seriously herself, but watching others embarrass themselves with simple words was an easy thing. As she walked over she drew a small piece of black fabric from the hat and tucked in away into the side of her dress. It felt safer to lie than to be honest anyways, but it always seemed to promote further rumors. 

She glanced across the room at the others that were playing the game. She let out a quick breath as she spotted someone from across the hall. She noticed a gentleman who looked as if he could offer her something interesting instead of a way to flirt. Scarlett swept across the room with grace, but she moved with intent. She didn’t want anyone to stop him before she got a chance to converse. It would be no fun if she didn’t have a chance to speak to a single soul. 

Scarlett looked like a raven as she waltzed across the room. Her black dress and mask let her blend into the sides of the hall, but in the middle of a group she stood out like a sore thumb. She reminded herself with every step her took that she had to keep up her grace or else she wouldn’t make it to the end of the night. She smiled slyly as she approached and made a refined curtsied in her large dress, which seemed to be more of a challenge than it was worth. 

“You don’t carry yourself like everyone else. Why might that be?” She was cool and smooth as her words flowed out of her. She knew he could always be lying, but that was just another part of the game. She moved like a noblewomen and spoke like a noblewomen, but it wasn’t hard to tell that she hadn’t always been that way. She didn’t have the playful bliss that the other women had. She clearly wasn’t like them. 

If you looked closely enough at Scarlett you could see in her smoky gray eyes that she wasn’t interested in just the game. It was clear that she had another motive, but she was very dismissive of things that didn’t help her. She didn’t need fun and games to keep her thoughts occupied, only simple statements to keep her own mental games rolling. She looked at him with curiosity, but it wasn’t gentle. She did a fine job at making herself seem like a flirt, but she wasn’t like the other girls. She clearly wasn’t as drunk as some of the other nobles either, but she had a few drinks herself and it took all of her energy to think out her next words.