[Any humiliation she'd just suffered is shoved aside in an instant. Rosalind takes a step forward, coming into Ardyn's space as her gaze darts about his face and frame. It's such an utterly complete illusion, so much so that even knowing the trick, Rosalind can't see past it.
Without any ceremony, she reaches for his hand-- but even there the illusion is complete. Instead of the relatively softer-looking fabric Ardyn was wearing, there's something stiff and formal greeting her.]
So it isn't just visual and aural . . . how long can you keep this up?
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[Any humiliation she'd just suffered is shoved aside in an instant. Rosalind takes a step forward, coming into Ardyn's space as her gaze darts about his face and frame. It's such an utterly complete illusion, so much so that even knowing the trick, Rosalind can't see past it.
Without any ceremony, she reaches for his hand-- but even there the illusion is complete. Instead of the relatively softer-looking fabric Ardyn was wearing, there's something stiff and formal greeting her.]
So it isn't just visual and aural . . . how long can you keep this up?