Diamond emerged from the shadows in a glorious flash of diamond-studded mithril light. Several people fell back and put their arms before their eyes, writhing in pain (yet still admiring her lovely new outfit, of course).
As their eyes grew once again accustomed to the ostentatious jewelry, they returned to what they had been doing. Diamond walked over to the edge of the dance floor and tapped her foot. How was it that she’d been here for nearly four days, and hadn’t had one dance yet? She’d take care of that tonight, she decided, as she glanced around the room, sizing up potential partners.
[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: Diamond18 ]
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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