07-31-2018, 01:11 AM
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There is something almost magical about traveling far away from home. A new place filled with new people living lives almost completely different from your own, yet somehow the same. Young Imperia Arceneau has just arrived from Canada. Winnipeg, to be exact, though she was born in France. Suffice to say the many of the goings on off New Jersey live is foreign to the girl, even if she has already endured several long briefings from the family's personal assistant about mobs and whatnot. It seems like a bunch of fairytales to her. Unlike most of the other guests, Peri is not here for business. Or maybe she is, depending on how one observes her situation. Imperia, as well as her colleagues Jean-Luc and Rose, received an invitation to represent the Royal Winnipeg Ballet at the prestigious gathering of world tycoons.
While Peri and her co-dancers are not present to talk up their company by any means, they are intended to represent the company with the intent of bringing in new patrons to invest in the company. Although the woman is still fresh-faced and entering her twenties, Imperia is among, if not the top dancer in Canada.
It is clear in the way she stands, over in the corner by the bar. A glass of rosé balanced delicately in one lithe hand, the other resting by the fingertips atop the table by which she chats with a group of two other women. Emerald green silk cascades down her body in a vintage style ballroom gown, the fabric hinting at a lean frame with muscled legs and chiseled arms. The figure of a dancer. All elegance, grace, and poise. A single lock of raven black hair escapes from the elaborate braided bun atop of her head, tickling her jaw. Imperia easily clears six feet in her heels, although all of the dancers present possess long and lithe frames.
For a moment, the conversation seems to lull, and Peri finds her silver gaze drifting across the crowd. She is studying what looks like to be a group of businessmen when the sight of an intense-looking man moving towards the bar distracts her. Brown hair and brown eyes and the sleek appearance...She wonders if he could somehow be related to rumors of a Mafia. He certainly looks the part, handsome as he is.
There is something almost magical about traveling far away from home. A new place filled with new people living lives almost completely different from your own, yet somehow the same. Young Imperia Arceneau has just arrived from Canada. Winnipeg, to be exact, though she was born in France. Suffice to say the many of the goings on off New Jersey live is foreign to the girl, even if she has already endured several long briefings from the family's personal assistant about mobs and whatnot. It seems like a bunch of fairytales to her. Unlike most of the other guests, Peri is not here for business. Or maybe she is, depending on how one observes her situation. Imperia, as well as her colleagues Jean-Luc and Rose, received an invitation to represent the Royal Winnipeg Ballet at the prestigious gathering of world tycoons.
While Peri and her co-dancers are not present to talk up their company by any means, they are intended to represent the company with the intent of bringing in new patrons to invest in the company. Although the woman is still fresh-faced and entering her twenties, Imperia is among, if not the top dancer in Canada.
It is clear in the way she stands, over in the corner by the bar. A glass of rosé balanced delicately in one lithe hand, the other resting by the fingertips atop the table by which she chats with a group of two other women. Emerald green silk cascades down her body in a vintage style ballroom gown, the fabric hinting at a lean frame with muscled legs and chiseled arms. The figure of a dancer. All elegance, grace, and poise. A single lock of raven black hair escapes from the elaborate braided bun atop of her head, tickling her jaw. Imperia easily clears six feet in her heels, although all of the dancers present possess long and lithe frames.
For a moment, the conversation seems to lull, and Peri finds her silver gaze drifting across the crowd. She is studying what looks like to be a group of businessmen when the sight of an intense-looking man moving towards the bar distracts her. Brown hair and brown eyes and the sleek appearance...She wonders if he could somehow be related to rumors of a Mafia. He certainly looks the part, handsome as he is.