1st Mystery Ball CLOSED Jan/03

Feeling just a little deflated and more than a little embarassed, Baron Lien started walking away from the aborted conversation. More than anyone else, he understood how people could get confused about someone's true gender.

As always, Lien had an urge to tell everyone the truth, but quickly stamped it down.

Thinking he couldn't possibly do any more damage, he strolled over to the buffet, where flutes of champage were waiting to be taken by the guests. The Baron picked one up, quickly downed it and then stood there sputtering for some moments, praying no one had noticed.

Turning around, praying to have more success this time, he walked over to the gentleman (he hoped!) in the attractive mottled skin suit.

"Greetings, sir." gulp! "I am Baron Lienhart of Nostricila. How goes the ball?"

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