[ dumage is sitting across the bar on a stool, with a frilly drink in front of her, half-listening. there's no one sitting beside her, although the young bartender keeps giving her nervous smiles. something about the way she winks at him seems to scare him into near peeing himself though, so she's not engaged in conversation.
instead, anyone approaching might notice her glance over her shoulder at rafael's soulful interlude, and let out a condescending cluck of her tongue. ]
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instead, anyone approaching might notice her glance over her shoulder at rafael's soulful interlude, and let out a condescending cluck of her tongue. ]