[Petyr might be at work or home when the invitation comes. But rather than any regular ol' mail handler, this one is a little different. The doorbell rings, or a slow, insistent knock lets out. Whenever Petyr does answer, he will find dear Sally standing before him, a knowing smile on blood red lips. She holds out a golden envelope with Petyr's name (full, complete with titles) handwritten in careful, precise lettering, handing it over with that smile still in place.
And with that she turns, leaving Petyr with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]
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And with that she turns, leaving Petyr with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]