Jim watches Walter move towards him, leaning to make more space for him on the seat. Not that there's much space between them anyway.
He gives Walter a raised eyebrow, saying nothing for several moments. Then, in a deeper, more gravely voice, he starts:
"On the Dias stands a woman dressed in golden finery and robes of ruby red to match the short shock of hair she wears, a stark contrast to her pearlescent blue skin. The Aasimar woman is beautiful in her own right, but it's when she starts singing that you become truly enraptured. Her voice is like a chorus that fills the whole ballroom," He smirks, casting his hand around the lounge, "A soft, warm light emanating from her very being, as tangible as her voice, when a curdling scream from backstage cuts off the whole performance. What do you do?" He asks, lips curling in a smile and voice close to laughing.
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He gives Walter a raised eyebrow, saying nothing for several moments.
Then, in a deeper, more gravely voice, he starts:
"On the Dias stands a woman dressed in golden finery and robes of ruby red to match the short shock of hair she wears, a stark contrast to her pearlescent blue skin. The Aasimar woman is beautiful in her own right, but it's when she starts singing that you become truly enraptured. Her voice is like a chorus that fills the whole ballroom," He smirks, casting his hand around the lounge, "A soft, warm light emanating from her very being, as tangible as her voice, when a curdling scream from backstage cuts off the whole performance. What do you do?" He asks, lips curling in a smile and voice close to laughing.