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You're going to the ball! This is the extended Patreon version of Catherine and Odessa. Hope you enjoy!

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Inn0cent

Omg thank you!!! This will make my week after watching it 10 times

Ryan Trondsen

Holy moly, that was intense, awesome and unsettling. The party is a thrill with the rivals and exes, and the twins being delightfully over protective (or under?). The surprise ending was a bit unnerving, in a good, vampire story way. I really loved it. The experience was exciting. I love the characters and the extra voices. Even the small touches like the servers offering refreshments were cool. Oddly it cut off twice around 46ish minutes but starting there got thru that part. Not sure what that was about. Might have to download the mp3 if patron is going to be unreliable. Anyway wonderful job! I'm going to go listen to it like 4 more times now. Have a good night Aura!

John Erwin

A masterpiece of work. Auracle your tireless efforts for us is remarkable. If you ever decide to publish, I'll gladly be in line. Thank you for sharing the twins with us all. Oh to be their fledgling.

Jack of Tears

Listening to the witch at the end made me imagine someone with peanut butter breath standing too close to you, that cloying, sickly sweet odor that invades your space and lingers unpleasantly after they have gone.

John Erwin

The twins will separate her head from her body

John Erwin

Maybe 'sisters' in witchcraft?

Bill Dollison

"Is there one or two of me?" I have to admit, listening to this at times I shared Odessa's problem. The usual popcorn-munching real-world me was busy trying not to fall off the edge of my seat and remembering to breathe and not bite my nails and all the "normal" reactions to an amazingly engrossing festival of eerie. But every now and then, this other me -- the snooty, artsy guy -- would pop his head up and say something like "Did you hear that?! Did you see what she did there? Was that or was that not the most spot-on thing you've heard in months?!". Tiny sotto-voce asides here and there; the way the sisters moved as they led me to the stairs; once we get there, the quiet yet insistent background permeating The Room and filling it with a hypnotically subtle dread, A hauntingly beautiful piece, A -- pun intended. And that REALLY subtle noise you hear is the ghost of Orson Welles and all the denizens of the Mercury Theater giving you a round of spirit-world applause that sounds a bit like a desperately prolonged unearthly sigh. More, please -- but not yet. Let me wear this one out first.