Soul Music - Flicker

There was another table near the stage. He nearly didn't notice it, and then his gaze swiveled back to it of its own accord. There was a young woman sitting there, all by herself. Of course, it wasn't unusual to see young women in the Drum. Even unaccompanied young women. They were generally there in order to become accompanied.

The odd thing was that, although people were jammed along the benches, she had space all around her. She was quite attractive in a skinny way, Ridcully thought. What was the tomboy word? Gammon, or something.

She was wearing a black lace dress of the sort worn by healthy young women who want to look consumptive, and had a raven sitting on her shoulder. She turned her head, saw Ridcully looking at her, and vanished. More or less.

He was a wizard, after all. He felt his eyes watering as she flickered in and out of vision.

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Soul Music - p108