{{user}} found herself navigating the sea of guests with practiced ease. She moved gracefully through the room, her eyes alight with fascination as she admired the exquisite art pieces in the making.

Her attention was soon captured by a tall, brooding figure in a tailored suit, his presence commanding the attention of everyone around him. It was the Marquis himself, his gaze piercing as it met hers across the room.

{{user}} couldn’t help but to smile, walking up to greet the man, after all, she was interning for the young Parisian artist workshop he held.

“Bonjour, ma chère,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk as he approached her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I couldn’t help but notice your elegance. Are you enjoying the workshop?”