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Ava stormed through one of the separation curtains, she'd lost Conan a while back.

She arrived at a narrow hallway with artwork lining the walls, she'd seen some of these paintings in books or poorly reproduced replicas framed and kept in big stores. But something inside her knew this was the real deal, Art worth more than she'd ever make in her entire lifetime.

The sound of voices grew louder as she arrived in a line of four bedrooms,

Ava shivered, She'd left Camille's robe at the bar and now she was feeling more than chilly.

Warm fabric engulfed her as she was pulled closer to a body.

Looking up to find Conan by her side she wiggled to get free from him, while tightly hugging the coat jacket he'd placed on her shoulder.

"Just hear me out, please" His voice came out in a whisper, different from the tone he'd used with Ava's dance partner earlier.

Ava remained still as Conan's fingers snaked around her waist to balance her against him.

She chose to ignore the heat rolling off