[Ammy is in a rather fancy kimono for the dance, one with a thread count that's ridiculously high. Her hair is pulled into a bun, and Solar Flare floats behind her.
She stops by the table for a drink a few times, her nose unerringly guiding her to the ones without bonus effects. Not that a few of them wouldn't be fun, but she put a good amount of effort into looking good and she doesn't want it ruined by sudden color failure.]
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[She's also on the dance floor, casually dancing along with anyone who asks. She seems to flow from one step to the next with incredible grace, complementing even the worst dancers. Some even come away from her a bit more sure-footed themselves.]
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[Ammy is in a rather fancy kimono for the dance, one with a thread count that's ridiculously high. Her hair is pulled into a bun, and Solar Flare floats behind her.
She stops by the table for a drink a few times, her nose unerringly guiding her to the ones without bonus effects. Not that a few of them wouldn't be fun, but she put a good amount of effort into looking good and she doesn't want it ruined by sudden color failure.]
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[She's also on the dance floor, casually dancing along with anyone who asks. She seems to flow from one step to the next with incredible grace, complementing even the worst dancers. Some even come away from her a bit more sure-footed themselves.]