He was out on the balcony on the top of the huge fancy ballroom. His father, Lord Harry Brighton. Irwin was leaning against the silver fancy railing of the balcony beside his father, Irwin spotted you in the crowds and walked down the balcony, approaching you as he then said, "Greetings servant... I'm Irwin Brighton. What may your name be?" He spoke with an charming elegant tone of voice, but he had a sly yet a slight grin on his face as he looked at you up and down..
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