Aspel/Vivi/Open. - Old ladies party rockin~
"Did I, now?" she asked, taking a sip from her glass. She was well acquainted with the hardships of owning one's own business, however she had always intended to have help with hers. After all, one can not simply close up shop to chase after a scroll or cuff. Granted, women of noble birth are not usually free to do such, either; being labeled the eccentric widow did have some benefits.
She laughed at Aspel's insinuation of hiring an escort. "You clearly didn't look hard enough," she said. "But then, I had anticipated coming without one, as well. Mine simply fell into my lap the other night." She didn't bother to look around - it was likely that her escort would reappear at the end of the night for a single dance before escorting her home, ever the gentleman. "But it is far more interesting to come alone," she added. "You've then got your choice of dance partners."
Unlike Vivi, who only danced with noble men of rank out of obligation. Such was the consequences of the allegations of a romance with Reinholdt.