Orvis led Satchel through the main hall and into a wide ballroom with white walls and a dark brown wooden floor. The young thief took inside two steps and stopped. In the middle of the room stood one the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Long blonde hair flowed down to her waist. The lavender dress she wore showed off a nice figure. Her face, though she couldn’t have been much older than twenty, had a soft, motherly quality about it. Her thin crimson lips sprang into a smile upon seeing him, and she giggled. Satchel found that he had been holding his breath, and his face felt warm.
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