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Luna was excited for today. She was supposed to be going to a lord's party. She'd never been to an important person's party before, at least not in Radenor. She had always dreamed of attending a high-society function in a capital city and this was her chance to mingle with the elite. She was determined to make a lasting impression and show everyone her best attitude. Her goal was to settle down with someone important, after all. Her delusions of grandeur told her that the evening might bring her more than just prestige, and that she might find true love in the arms of a powerful lord.
Luna put on her best dress that she owned, and a necklace her she’d bought not too long ago. She looked in the mirror and smiled, happy with her appearance. She then took a deep breath, grabbed her small bag and headed out the door and went to meet up at the brothel where she’d travel with a handful of other women so they could arrive at the same time.
When they arrived to the Lord’s home, Luna’s expectations took a hit. The home wasn’t nearly as big as she was expecting, the decorations not as plentiful. She couldn’t tell whether this lord wasn’t all that important or if they just had bad style. There weren’t really many attractive people there either. None of them struck her as a “man of her dreams.” The girls were informed that they were arriving towards the start of the party and that many more were expected to arrive throughout the night.
In any case, the ladies split up soon after arriving. Luna chatted with some folks and looked pretty. That was the job, anyways. To her knowledge she didn’t actually have to do much of anything. Though she presumed that if she turned down people’s advances then she probably wouldn’t be attending many more parties. She sighed as she sipped on some wine and wondered when things were going to get interesting.
