“Ms Rose Hart,” the ballerina echoed pleasantly, swiftly taking her reticule from the bar seat beside her. “I am Sophia Voss. It’s a pleasure to visit your place and make your acquaintance,” she added, tone rather bright and genuine even as they navigated the crowded tables of men who took clear interest in the two of them navigating through. Men like this were no bother to Sophia, who learned to handle herself with aplomb as a teen on the world stage. The brunette cast an appreciative glance to the singer who belted her little heart out as they passed. Personally, she was accustomed to seeing the human figure in various stages of undress – the life of a performer, however famous, what not for the prude or faint of heart.

The woman paused at the top of the second floor and gazed around the space around them, noting through a few subtle cues that this Rose woman was truly quite fascinating. Sophia gravitated naturally towards the exotic, and something of her visage and accent gave away that sense. It made her intrigued enough that she didn’t mind this exclusive detour in her random venture for the night. The woman smiled appreciatively as she took a seaton the veranda.

Soph smirked alongside Rose’s laugh, nodding in full acknowledgement of what she pointed out. “A coincidence brought me here. I was up the street earlier, watching the opera,” she waved vaguely in that general direction as she watched the golden liquid pour into fine crystal glasses. “I did not wish to linger there, though I did not feel prepared to return home either. I wished to escape to a place where I may fade into the background for a moment and have a think.” The idea of Soph fading into the background anywhere was, of course, laughable. Her very existence demanded a spectacle.

Ordinarily Soph wouldn’t mind letting loose her frustrations, though she couldn’t quite put her tongue on what it was that bothered her anyway. It’s not as though they had a disagreement, necessarily. “I don’t mind your usual clientele, if that is your worry,” she volunteered as a redirect in their conversation. “I am a performer myself and familiar with the ilk.”

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