[ While Vanessa knows how important it is to remain clear-headed, the human in her struggles with going forward in this endeavor without touching any wine beyond the feigned sips from earlier in the evening. Any spirit (not that kind), or something to smoke, should be an exceptional stress release for her. She resists, insides coiled and twisted, while she carries on with a cordial smile.
He must know something that she's supposed to find out. She doesn't hurry it, letting her gaze linger when she does spot him. He doesn't look easy to approach, and so she mustn't be overly friendly, nor does she want to blend into the background. Vanessa carries on with her divinations, most frighteningly successful except for the one or two unlucky or stubborn client, until she catches their gracious host not far off about to depart a conversation.
It's only polite to greet the host, perhaps congratulate him on his 'victory', but she has no interest in his guards. Her steps are light, not that it matters in crowds like these, carrying her close but not too close, and she'll wait for their eyes to meet before dipping her chin in deference. She ought to hold out her hand, but caution keeps it near. If he hurries past, Vanessa hopes she can sense something of note, even if it's carries in a dismissive air. ]
I haven't witnessed such extravagant merriment and free-flowing libations in many years. [ It's the truth. Why lie? Appearances must matter to him, judging by his garb. ] Quite a magnificent gathering, sir. I must thank you for an unforgettable evening—yet to be concluded.
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He must know something that she's supposed to find out. She doesn't hurry it, letting her gaze linger when she does spot him. He doesn't look easy to approach, and so she mustn't be overly friendly, nor does she want to blend into the background. Vanessa carries on with her divinations, most frighteningly successful except for the one or two unlucky or stubborn client, until she catches their gracious host not far off about to depart a conversation.
It's only polite to greet the host, perhaps congratulate him on his 'victory', but she has no interest in his guards. Her steps are light, not that it matters in crowds like these, carrying her close but not too close, and she'll wait for their eyes to meet before dipping her chin in deference. She ought to hold out her hand, but caution keeps it near. If he hurries past, Vanessa hopes she can sense something of note, even if it's carries in a dismissive air. ]
I haven't witnessed such extravagant merriment and free-flowing libations in many years. [ It's the truth. Why lie? Appearances must matter to him, judging by his garb. ] Quite a magnificent gathering, sir. I must thank you for an unforgettable evening—yet to be concluded.