"Wow, you got that down rather quickly!" Frossa clapped for Emiola, thoroughly impressed. It usually took trolls a few run throughs to get it roughly memorized, but she supposed Emi's experience with percussion instruments really did make a difference.
Brushing her hair back so her curls fell just so, Frossa settled her giggles to purposefully widen her eyes in a look of feigned surprise.
"You want to be my back up dancer?" Raising a hand to a cheek, she gasped.
"Why, I'd love that! Emiola-!" And she meant it. Emiola was perfect backdrop material- midblooded, subservient, complimentary, stylish, and most importantly not cute enough for Frossa to feel threatened (although that was up for debate- what
exactly was under all that hair?). Her hand dropped away from her face to slip into the tealblood's, giving her a squeeze that was perhaps a little too much on the firm side.
"You really really mean it? I could draw up a contract right now~!"
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