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"Pride, Prose, and Princes" by dancingpetal
It wasn't at all as intimidating as I'd imagined. Except for the designer clothing and the occasional glitter of a 500 carat diamond watch or necklace, it looked like any old upper-class garden party. Another uniformed attendant, a Yurble this time, noticed me. "Name, Miss?"

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