Camera Gallery
What drew her to the camera gallery, she couldn’t quite say. She hadn’t had her fill yet of the ballroom, and there was still so much to see outside. But the cameras were strange things, interesting and archaic by her standards. That was more appealing than she thought it would be.
Next were the props to inspect, and she left the camera in favor of taking a better look at them. Thinking little of it, she bent to grabbed props and leaned back to inspect the backdrops. With her back to the camera, she hadn’t expected anyone else to find the gallery as interesting as she did.
When she heard a rustling sound over by the camera, she froze. Their roles were now set. The camera was the dividing line and her side was the one of compliance, not command. Dressed in a gown of white, long hair pulled into a low ponytail, she turned to look at the newcomer, and listen for their instruction.