6″I tighten my grip on your waist, pulling you closer, pressing against you tightly as we continue the dance. You're graceful, and you almost look like you belong here, but we both know you don't. I slip my hand up to the dagger strapped to your back, nudging it out of its sheathe. We both hear it hit the floor, and you know that I know, but I'm not going to tell anyone. Not yet. You know, you're quite stunning. It's almost a shame you won't be leaving this ball alive.
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