A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 13 - Short Conversation

And now that she had some business to do.

As she trudged with the hems of her dress up. She had a drink-- tasty of course. And had had a large meat of the most delicious steak with some asparagus and apparently a second portion of a mash. It was filling.

And now as she held with both of her tiny hands, barely enough to hold the all-overs of the fritters of her gown.

She had noticed something from afar.

Ass, what is it this time around?

It seemed there was a whole lot of problem going on with women prowess and jealousy.

As she looked at them both from afar.

It echoed in her head. Hollowly.

Talk about bad luck.

They had met again.

After she went to the bathroom and horrifyingly had to attend the gala of auctioning, the performance of offering goods that were too rare to sell on the market, that she even saw a tiny man or an elf, fairy creature sold as a helper of marketing. It didn't catch to her head, thankfully she had a glass of wine in her hand, or else she would explode. And then the meal, which was filling and when she had to eat a lot of mouthwatering desserts she was sure she was going to gain some weight.

Which she probably wasn't.

As she leaned in onto Cain most of the time, watching the man on the podium,
in and out sliding their products to be sold, and all she could do was watch, as people bid and bought all the most expensive of things. A mermaid's trident, or a gigantic Thor hammer, for example.
And she expected him to be glad that the area was hot enough to keep it warm. As he stared at the man from afar.

He was there, alright. And he really was handsome.

And she had no choice but to come as she strudded forward. As he sensed her and turned back to look -- and met her in the eyes.

She had to smile, and go forward.

Forget about fleeing out the window, you stupid punk.

And she had to meet him again.

She would go for another plate of those delicious, butterfly, cherry looking desserts, and cupcakes-- even if she felt her stomach would burst. That of which that lured her to go back to the stand for some more, not too long ago.

And this was too horrible to her.

The Grand high. Of a Master.

As he beckoned her to come forward and join him, three of the females that stood with him turned to her.

Now this was a disaster.

At one time where she did not think of anything but-- meeting him again. She just wanted to relax-- the vampire- who oddly seemly missed the chance of putting flowers in her hair, it seemed so willingly. The man was staring at her, kind of expecting somewhat to join him. As of that he smiled eerily, and that she wanted to strangle him.

"Well, well, it wouldn't be that bad if you were to just try it for the first time-- in your life." He replied, which she could hear as she got closer.

She saw that it was the grand Master- who was holding a figure of wine. She salivated.

He, who seemed to be happy -- this time had a happy, smiled at the woman with a crimson dress, forfeiting her hands and pouting the other way.

"What do we have here?" He pointed a look at Averithe. "Averithe my dear, welcome." He gave a speech.