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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">A sculpted brow rose as the figure from the farthest shadows of the tavern made his way behind the bar counter. Deeming him harmless due to the nature of his questions, Chance settled her elbows against the wood so she might cradle her cheeks and lean forward, looking entirely too bourgeoisie for someone in seventy grand worth of mink. "Oh, there's no real way of knowing. I imagine we might find ourselves surrounded in a few hours... or we might be alone." Plush lips curling into an almost expectant smile, the woman relinquished a set of digits from her features and moved to take a sip of her drink. Left to incline on just one stilt of an arm, the other busied itself brushing a sheet of golden locks from the creatures' visage. <br/>
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Her expression seemed thoughtful, though distant. A glance that might peer through the cosmos and find the reality best suited for the collection of creatures the One Night Stand catered to. "I'm Chance Arden. A regular, yes, but I remain hopeful that my legacy might shine brighter than the obscurity of this establishment might otherwise allow," she paused, returning the swirling irises of her cobalt hues back to the newly introduced Colin, "And I expect you're new to the area. Maybe not the city proper, but downtown doesn't seem to suit you." Reaching for the collar of Colin's jacket, Chance attempted running the fabric between her thumb and index fingers to gauge the material. <br/>
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"What brought you here? Are you waiting for someone?"<br/>
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