The hall is bustling as always.  Corwin is a noteworthy personage, but a frequent enough visitor that there is still the normal relaxed air of the evening's gathering.  And true enough, she can see that Corwin is seated beside her chair.  Unfortunately, her father's seat is vacant, and his setting clear.  It's not that unusual for the Baron to take a meal in his rooms, but it means she will be practically alone with her unwanted companion.<br/><br/>"Not even a dress so dour as that can hide your beauty my dear," Corwin's voice comes from the side, and when she turns he bows and reaches for her hand like the courtier he is.  Beside him is an unfamiliar woman with milky skin that stands in stark contrast to the rich blue of her gown.  It's a rich creation of silk that bares entirely more of her moonlight flesh than would be appropriate in any other court.  The corset is cinched tight and the quiver of her breasts above it shows a lack of familiarity in how to breathe properly in such.  Her neck has a ribbon of the same shade of cobalt blue with a dainty silver ring that is entirely decorative.  The only color on her arms is the matching ribbons of decorated fabric around her wrists, fanciful little things that would never hold.  But the look in her eyes is very real, pale pink orbs wide as she darts her gaze about in near-panick.  Snowy white hair spills down her back in a long braid that reaches the curve of her rear.