Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-25828117-20190329165523

"Miss Ray."

"Misses. Please." The porcelain-faced woman corrected in a curt manner as she puffed on the long gold-rimmed cigarette holder and readjusted the furs hanging around her shoulders.

William smirked.

"Misses Ray..."

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Willy jumped as if the display case had been electrified and he had accidentally touched it.

"What was that?" He asked aloud. Did he just remember something? It didn't feel like he had. It felt no more real than a daydream, but there was a vividness there, for but a second, that made him realise it wasn't just something ordinary.