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Lady Lechery
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Skills:N/A
Hit Points:6
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Lady Lechery had observed all other guests as they came through the gate and stood, waiting for the signal to advance. The light clothing she had picked was now a bit less clean, as the rim of the dress had been dragged through the dirty, unkempt and abandoned at first glance ground, yet she had not allowed it to bother her.
Some of the guests had drawn her wandering eyes, and they had stayed on said guests for a tad too long, while others had appear completely unremarkable to her. Though was that not the way things were? Some caught, others were caught, third were left to rot... The one who had collapsed looked truly sad to her. Who would even bother with coming all the way to THIS forest and almost die in front of the most mysterious of establishments in the world, second only to the Vault, she figured.
Her eyes saw through some of the cracks. Some guests behaved as she would expect from members of the Upper crust. Some seemed to behave a bit less elegantly, as if with more animation within them, adding this unpleasant ruggedness to their persons. The Lady could not help but take note of the fact her hair was the most flamboyant in shade, but was that not a victory for her? After all, that could contribute to the way people originally reacted. Could make a good impression.
When the guardsmen finally started indicating a change in the orders, kindly barked at the guests, Lady Lechery glanced up to the sky, expecting to spy something, but to her dismay there were not enough signs no provide enough information, in which case she decided her own feeling would do. And her feeling told her they had taken quite a long while to present their invitations and enter the manor grounds.
The whistle of Leo had brought about the movement she had anticipated, and it was relatively decent. One, lacking any knowledge, would say this was magic, but to a person, gifted with enough common sense, the Lady could easily tell there people, somehow, moving the shrubbery. Could be said that the brushes danced as they moved around, but for one reason, or another, the movement was really quite smooth. Then came more servants. Young and old, wrinkled and taut, they were the proponents of many shapes and sizes.
The moderate quiet was then destroyed as a strange contraption started making its way towards them. An interesting snake, made out of metal, the head adorned by a pretty fellow in red, followed by a dozen and a few seats. The seats did not look all too comfortable, but one could say that they were intriguing in appearance. The individual was quite endearing, until he opened his mouth.
"Whatever happened to the ladies who were first?" She spoke as she followed the inconspicuous gold-headed devil towards the line of seats, passed by him and climbed into the ninth chair. She crossed her legs and sunk into the surprisingly soft fabric.