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Damien watched her in silence. He was hidden in the dark shadow of one of the tall hedges that lined the pathways. A distance of only about 20 paces separated them, but she did not appear to have noticed his presence as of yet. The darkness wrapped around him like a lover, hiding him from the gaze of idle onlookers. He took his time examining her appearance. Her dress complimented her figure and long, dark hair well. The cold glow of the moon dappled her skin; the long, weary fronds of the willow framed her. She shivered a little, but did not make to move from her seat. Her scent was strong now; the traces of Lord Rowley had faded with the evening breeze. It was an enticing scent: untainted by other men.

He wondered briefly what kind of creature she was. She had the spirit to leave a wealthy Lord alone upon the dance floor, at least. Perhaps she had spirit enough to ignore propriety as well. What he was about to do was extremely improper. There was a chance she would be sent scurrying back into the house by his forwardness, but it mattered little to him. She posed a simply irresistible temptation.

Stepping out of the shadows and onto the moonlit path, he advanced along towards her, hands clasped behind his back casually. "Greetings, Miss," he said with a small bow. "I did not expect to find a young lady such as yourself unchaperoned in this place." His lips curved into a smirk. "Pray, tell me, what is your name?"