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Ladies to the left, men out the door. ;D

What is this, some form of witchcraft?

[Gaston here has been wandering around the DR a bit, taking in his surroundings. He's wound his way back to the door he remembers coming out of, but every time he opens it there's a different room. He's looking v. v. confused, and a little irritated. ~~There can be mistletoe growing above the door if you're feeling sadistic.~~]

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It's not too much, is it --

You know, I never got your name. [ Only, she already knows it thanks to III. ]

Why, I thought for sure that everyone had heard of Gaston. That's me, by the way.

[ Headtilt, all pretending to try and remember the guy. It's easy to lie. She snaps her fingers later. ]

The hunter in the provincial area, right?

[Let the strutting and posturing commence!]

None other. You may feel my bicep, if you wish.

[ SHE POKES THEM HARD. ]

Are they real?

[THEY ARE LIKE ROCKS. HNNNG.]

Of course they're real.

[ It isn't so tough against a scalpel, right? ]

I'm just saying. There's a lot of fakers out there, the models.

[Who in the what now.]

Models? Are you a sculptor?

[ Headshake. ]

Nope, but people that design clothing back in Paris need a perfect body to test them on -- break it in and all.

If a perfect body is what you need, look no further.

Aren't we the amazing one.

[ She totally steals that line from III, motioning with a finger to bend down so she can reach his face. ]

[A kiss? Ooh, ooh, he can come down to your height for that.]

You expected anything less?

[ As if. She makes people beg for her lips, but instead she leans forward to whisper in his ear, gloved fingers on his jaw. IT'S EXPERIMENT TIME.

Will this action work? ]

Maybe, but you have to impress me, you know. How do I know the stories are true?

[Catches that hand and places a kiss on the back of it, giving her a clearly suave look.]

That shouldn't be hard at all for a man such as myself.

[ How charming. She moves that kissed hand away to pat his cheek. ]

I'm a hard woman to impress. [ And we're walking, again. Down the hall. ]

[Keep swaying those hips, baby, and he'll follow wherever they lead~]

I'm sure you're every bit worth the effort, as well.

[ It looks like he enjoys staring, but does he enjoy these magical changing rooms?

She opens a door to one, even. It lead to Agrabah -- entrance of the city. ]

[He's now looking from the room, to the hall and back again.]

There's something peculiar about this place.

Really? I couldn't tell.

[ Exploration time. WE ARE GOING IN, since she's guessing not the usual cast of characters is around. Entering Agrabah now... empty shops everywhere. ]

[While she's not looking, he'll stick a foot into the room and tap the ground with his foot a bit, as if to judge for himself that it's real before catching up.]

[ PFFT. She grabs an apple from the stand and takes a bite -- uugh, this hot weather again. She does a bit of a wave with her gloved hand before removing said glove -- what a very pretty hand she has there. She does the same for the other. ]

Ever been in a sandbox this big, Gaston?

I'd hardly call this a sandbox. Isn't there somewhere you'd rather go that is less likely to get sand in my boots?

Do you know where it's more interesting, then? I was hoping to check the palace out.

If you could just point the way back to my own town, I'd be happy to show you my trophy wall.

-- The ones I keep on hearing about?

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