Vaughn jumped as she was addressed, a hand instinctively moving to the hidden dagger in her boot, caught off guard. Before she drew it, however, she looked at the miqo'te woman with a smile. "Oh, these are yours? My apologies, they were just so beautiful."
She tilts her head. "They remind me of the private dancers in... Well, I suppose it doesn't matter where. Were you one of them?"
She tilts her head. "They remind me of the private dancers in... Well, I suppose it doesn't matter where. Were you one of them?"
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