Ethrelyn stops in her tracks, glancing at the man who had just greeted her. Immediately, she noticed his clothing. He seemed to be wealthy, judging by the fine attire he bore upon himself. She analyzed him further, his friendly and welcoming stature could, she thought, be a sign of naiveness. She plastered upon herself a face of innocence, and began to speak.
“Oh.. You know,” she began, “simply your typical sob story.” She looked up at him, wiping a fake tear from her mischievous eye, hiding behind her innocent posture was a woman of malice and greed.
“For my entire life, I’ve wanted to be a magician,” she preached, “it’s been my passion. My dream!” She raised her arms in her air dramatically, before sadly releasing them at her sides, “but... Nobody has ever believed in me. Nobody except my papa. But- but,” she wiped a few more forced ears from her eyes, “he’s passed, you see. And now, at home, I have nobody that believes in me. And so I came here, to this promising city, to live out my dream! I’ve been performing my shows to strangers on the street.” She grinned, “speaking of which...” She slyly pulled out a deck of cards from her coat pocket.
“Care for a demonstration?” She looked at him, a charming, yet sinister smile on her face.
(Note, I don’t have the file for my skin on this computer, so I sent a screenshot of it instead. I hope that’s alright!)
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