The immortal hostess descends upon the reverie from the upper balcony. Adorned with the dress she'd worn a thousand times, and two fists full of wedding bands. There's a certain aura about her that is almost hypnotic. All the rumors of black magic, disappearances, and monsters simply fell to silence as she floated to the floor and perused the crowd, picking out one lucky and particularly foul soul to take to her chambers, as she did the hour before and the hour before that. The party resumed without a care of who was chosen, They'd not be missed anyway...

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