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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine has a bracelet. It's about thirty years younger than she is, but (so is he) she can't stop admiring it.

You should admire it too.

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[song_tra_bong]

"Especially when we have in-house musical productions. You have a love for theatre, then? Are you an actress back home?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I love the theatre. I live and breathe it. I'm not yet an actress, not really, but I'm going to be, and in the meantime I get very good billing."

Grin. Smirk. Little quick wink.

[song_tra_bong]

Small answering grin. "Good luck to you...or break a leg, if that's more appropriate. I'm sure you'll be quite the success--not that you aren't already."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Already am, yes. I headline at the Moulin Rouge in Paris. But thank you."

Among other things, she headlines, anyway.

"What is it you do?"

[song_tra_bong]

"I..."

She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm a soldier, after a fashion."

It's admittedly the short version of her story. For some people, it's enough. Not that she isn't prepared to go further.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"With your looks? I'm amazed you're not in my business.

"What are you fighting for?"