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Caela's eyes kept settling on the man that S'Essy had called "Uncle". There was something unsettling about it in the dancer's mind but maybe that was because she already had misgivings about the Zeltivan. Were they somehow related? It didn't seem like they were, there was certainly no family resemblance that she could see but the idea that it might be a nickname was oddly creepy. Her curiosity grew as she watched the other blonde woman ask Palaren to dance with her. Didn't seem like there was a familial link between them that was for sure but that made her wonder about him. What sort of name was that to call someone if they weren't actually your uncle?
The blonde allowed her gaze to return to her lap as the man rose to lead S'Essy to the dance floor, not wanting to risk making eye contact with him. If he happened to glance her way then hopefully it would seem as if she hadn't noticed him. A tap on the shoulder shattered her plan though as she jumped in surprise and turned automatically only to be confronted with the sight of the person that she was trying to avoid the notice of. She froze, staring up at him with wide eyes. His words striking her deeply. Her eyes lingered on his form as he led the woman on his arm to the dance floor, tears beginning to threaten. Why had he chosen to be so cruel? He knew that she wasn't a whore yet he treated her like one. She was someone to give money to, to embarrass and humiliate and then discard without another thought.
A tear rolled silently down her cheek before she remembered that she wasn't the only one at the table. There were a whole host of people that would see her crying and she didn't want that. A hand was drawn hastily over her eyes and cheeks as she tried to hide the marks that would draw the scrutiny and judgment of others. Had they heard what Palaren had said to her? Had anyone been paying that much attention? Caela looked around the table, searching for signs that the other occupants had been listening. If anyone had been eavesdropping then they would no doubt have gotten entirely the wrong impression of her and what she had done for the Zeltivan's money. The dancer had gotten all dressed up for him, made herself like a pretty present ready to be unwrapped but the man hadn't wanted her to dance for him by the end of it all. He hadn't wanted to treat her like a slave, a ridiculous excuse but the one that he'd given. Nobody seated near her would know that it had been as innocent as that though.
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The blonde allowed her gaze to return to her lap as the man rose to lead S'Essy to the dance floor, not wanting to risk making eye contact with him. If he happened to glance her way then hopefully it would seem as if she hadn't noticed him. A tap on the shoulder shattered her plan though as she jumped in surprise and turned automatically only to be confronted with the sight of the person that she was trying to avoid the notice of. She froze, staring up at him with wide eyes. His words striking her deeply. Her eyes lingered on his form as he led the woman on his arm to the dance floor, tears beginning to threaten. Why had he chosen to be so cruel? He knew that she wasn't a whore yet he treated her like one. She was someone to give money to, to embarrass and humiliate and then discard without another thought.
A tear rolled silently down her cheek before she remembered that she wasn't the only one at the table. There were a whole host of people that would see her crying and she didn't want that. A hand was drawn hastily over her eyes and cheeks as she tried to hide the marks that would draw the scrutiny and judgment of others. Had they heard what Palaren had said to her? Had anyone been paying that much attention? Caela looked around the table, searching for signs that the other occupants had been listening. If anyone had been eavesdropping then they would no doubt have gotten entirely the wrong impression of her and what she had done for the Zeltivan's money. The dancer had gotten all dressed up for him, made herself like a pretty present ready to be unwrapped but the man hadn't wanted her to dance for him by the end of it all. He hadn't wanted to treat her like a slave, a ridiculous excuse but the one that he'd given. Nobody seated near her would know that it had been as innocent as that though.
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