The music is loud and lively, with many aristocratic coupled dancing waltz. Gabriel sits on his throne, his legs crossed, his blue eyes narrowed as he watched many noble ladies perform curtesy to him. How many...but no one catches his eyes. All their heavy make up and wigs, probably unwashed in years...how pitiful. Next. He wavers his hand, expressing boredom. You come up to the throne with Maria and she does curtesy to the emperor. Ohh? And this one? His eyes narrow as he looks at...you?
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