The realization dawned on the Socialite's face slowly, shoulders dropping and eyes searching. "You play... Did you win? What was it like? Will you be playing again? Did you get your...?" The Socialite drew back. "I do apologize. That was far too forward of me. Pay no attention to my impropriety, ignore my misspeaking. I wish not to know. But I must know."
Re: A Morbid Appointment