He's a beautiful one. Jubilee watches him sit at the bar, rubbing his fingers over his beard as he orders. She is nestled into her master's side in their booth, watching Lucy fill a tall glass for the man. "I'm hungry," she says with a playful lilt to her voice. When he nods his approval, she stands and makes her way to the stranger. She appears younger than her years, but she finds it often plays to her advantage. She bumps into his shoulder, sniffling as she looks around as if she's in a panic. On the way over she'd loosened her bodice and held it tight to her chest with her palm flat. "I'm sorry," she gushes her apology for bumping into him, frantic.

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