[Thoster may hit on everything that moves, but even he has a limit- and the little blonde lingering just outside of the grand ballroom looks a bit too young for his tastes. Still, she's sweet and done up very pretty. He recalls his youngest sister when he watches her, looking all nervous like that. He steps up beside her while she's looking in at the party (the one that's for her, mind you). Clearing his throat, he smiles and offers an arm.]
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Care for an escort, m'lady?