<div style="text-align: center">Cassia noted the minor exchange between Delicia and Sorin, before her hand was taken by Sorin's. Her grip was firm, or maybe that was the frigid skin she was feeling. Cassia always smiled to be polite, but now that she stood in front of Sorin, something seemed off. She averted her gaze as Sorin's own lingered over her figure for longer than Cassia found appropriate. Delicia seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, hugging gently on her sister with one hand and urging her forward in a way that almost felt like Delicia was presenting her to Sorin. Was this Delicia's idea of making a good impression?<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Shocking, huh?"</span> Delicia said, though Sorin didn't seem to visibly react to the reveal. Fortunately for her, it looked like Sorin liked what she saw in her sister. Gorgeous. Check. And zero augmentations, as far as Delicia was informed. The twins briefly spoke earlier about jobs in Atlis, and how hard it would be for Cassia to work, and try to find work. If she was willing to work with the club as a 'pure blood' then Sorin could even help her achieve her dream of being a famous singer.. She just hoped Cassia wouldn't be too freaked by the proposal to reap the benefits  of working for Invictus. The money couldn't be beat, but Delicia's main reason for trying to drag her sister into her world was to stay as close as possible. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Atlis is really crazy. I couldn't believe my eyes when I stepped off of the ship. All of the wild clothes and hair I saw at the harbor..." </span><br/>
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Delicia quietly observed her sister while she conversed with Sorin. Looking at the original version of herself was quite strange. There was still so much for Cassia to see, but like Delicia, she was easily amazed by the new world of Atlis and all of the neon lights. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Are we going to go out into the club soon, D? I hate to hold Sorin up from her work."</span> Cassia glanced at her sister in search of an answer, the two seeming to communicate with prolonged eye contact. Or, so it would seem to any outsiders. <br/>
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"I guess I can give you a tour. Sorin, do you want to come and buy us a drink?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> </span>Delicia giggled, and spoke with such a confidence that showed she already knew the answer. She dug her hand into a white, leather cross body and fished out a tube of lip gloss. She uncapped the sticky product and applied a pea sized amount of the sparkly liquid onto her full lips, then did the same to Cassia. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"What? Sorin, you don't need to do that." </span>Cassia laughed to cover up the sudden nervousness, Delicia ignoring the moving lips to diligently work on some lip product, and then turning back to Sorin with a grin.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Actually, she does. Sorin can't help, but to follow a beautiful lady around." </span>Delicia said, as she steered her sister towards the door by the waist.​</div>