[They are, in fact, incredibly stupid shoes. Beautiful to look at, finely made, a perfect match for her dress — and she's so utterly glad to be free of them, bending down to unbuckle the straps before nudging her feet free of them one by one. Though it's tempting to just kick them off and leave them anywhere, this is a stranger's house and not their own, so she puts them together neatly and leaves them in front of an end table where she can find them later.
Decisions, decisions. She flexes her feet from the ankles and picks her seat opposite Trevor, so that the natural space for Alucard to join them is in the middle, where she suspects he'll most want to be.]
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Decisions, decisions. She flexes her feet from the ankles and picks her seat opposite Trevor, so that the natural space for Alucard to join them is in the middle, where she suspects he'll most want to be.]