They'd put shows on? Lord, it seemed like quite the spectacle to be a part of. Mabel figured it wasn't a miracle that she hadn't been called to a socialite party-gone-wrong, what with all the explosives involved. And yet perhaps not having been before would preserve some of the magic of seeing it for the first time. She imagined the air would feel cool, but it was likely the ladies of the ballroom wouldn't care; no, they would be too in awe of the display, or perhaps the sheer amount of bodies in the room would be suffice enough to ward off the chill in the air.

It wasn't long before Mabel's eyes were slowly fluttering. She often found herself to be a light sleeper, however after the night's events, her body felt heavy and the pillows were too inviting to resist. Plus, the low timbre of Dory's voice was like honey; her head dropped to the side to rest on some pillows, and before she knew it she had fallen fast asleep. Unbeknownst to Mabel, her leg relaxed, and stretched out enough for her foot to rest on Dory's leg.

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