defying reason - kuroshitsuji

|| U N U M || // DRAFT 7

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A ball. The casual term for a grand social event, often held to celebrate a certain occasion or simply enjoy oneself by the exchange of merry greetings and spirituous beverages. On nights such as these prideful nobles and persons of high social status gather in one another's estates, discussing business prospects and matters of a personal affair, basking in the luxuries of guesthood and ignorantly taking advantage of those such extravagances. On that night, the Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford attended an event such as this, hosted by one who's rank was comparable to her own betrothed. "My lady, are you certain you should wear such fabrics to this reception?" Paula questioned viewing the young noble's attire. "Of course Paula!" Said the young lady twirling around in her new dress, one she had acquired from an overseas salesman. "I want to show off my new apparel, and what better way than to wear it to such an event!" blonde tresses bouncing as she strode, the Lady Lizzie spritzed herself with bottled aroma. 'Whitely, Eau de Toilette.' Was printed onto the seemingly crystal shaped bottle. "I shall sport this new dress along with this extrinsic perfume," Deduced the spritely girl. The noble was dressed to impress for this high-class event; She enrobed a magenta corset-dress with several petticoats layered atop to protect her modesty, lined with gold lace and topped off with golden heels and an ornate ruby necklace, more obtrusive and foxy than Lizzie's typical rosy and frilly vogue. Dressing maturely was fundamental for anyone who entered the Whitely property, balls held by their household were ones worth remembering so wearing the fragrances produced by the host was a sign of respect. The perfume comprised of a citrus fragrance, with ingredients including Mandarin Orange, Sicilian Lemon, Grapefruit, Citron, Cypress, Aldehydes, and distillations from an anew discovered plant bred in Madagascar called ylang-ylang; blended together they were consummation. Contrary to the pungent common scents among other organisations, the Whitely Perfume Company created top quality fragrances at top quality prices that could never he loathed. "You do indeed smell splendid My Lady!" cheered Paula clapping her hands together in delight. "It is about time we withdraw from the estate, the Young Earl covets to meet us in the mezzanine." Paula held out her gloved hand for the young lady and led her downstairs towards the parlour. Paula too was requested to attend the ball along with her mistress, in turn, she adorned a long green silk gown, lined with a black ribbon along the hems and the neckline, showing off her fortunately well-endowed chest. Arriving at the towering oak doors the devoted servant knocked on the door receiving a brief 'Come in' as a response.

Walking into the room, the lady and maid saw the Phantomhive household present. Mey-rin the cumbersome maid, Finny the youthful gardener, Bard the obtuse chef, Sebastian the unsullied butler in black and of course the young earl, Ciel Phantomhive. But to be dependable, he was not young anymore. Having recently turned 18 in the last December and spent Christmas unparalleled once again, he decided to audit this Easter ball to gladden his spirits. "Elizabeth, how long did you need to take? We have been idling for over an hour." complained the navy haired boy. " Oh for goodness sakes, Ciel! Call me Lizzie!" She said with a distinct pout. "Ladies take time, My lord. One day you will understand." reprimanded his butler shaking a finger toward the Earl's face. The servants were as per request dressed formally. Mey-rin wore her general 'opaque' spectacles, her cherry locks coating her creamy shoulders. But on her frame was a semi-tight lilac strapless sheath, pulling tightly on her curvy figure; a dangerous weapon that could make any man die of blood loss. The men wore strapping tuxedo's adjacent of their usual accessories but still managed to pull it off in their own unique ways. Though Sebastian still perfected his Butler outlay, pristine without a particle of lint. Ciel however, donned an expansive deep navy jacket, underneath a midnight black button up shirt with a tie neatly tied around his neck in the same tint. His short, intense ocean locks were tousled and chic all at once with a portion held back by his signature charcoal eyepatch that hid his devilish connections but accentuated his other dull blue orb. Accompanied by black trousers and expensive new shoes he was the new erotic, boyhood did him well but adulthood did him better. "Only you would fully comprehend the inner functions of women Sebastian, seeing as you've played with so many." Sebastian snickered, snake-like lips curling in the oddity of mortals, with a flick of his wrist his silver pocket watch flicked open. "Ah, it seems we are overdue My lord, your late entry was planned I presume?" suggested the butler shoving the timepiece back into his waist pocket. "Of course, I always have a reason for matters such as this." The devious noble had planned ahead, scheming to examine the Whitely family's thunder at their own ball, but only for a short period of time. He had attempted to conduct research on the line of Whitely but all that appeared was one name. 'Aspen Whitely II'. The young Phantomhive was using this as an observer mission, to view competition on the market whilst still enjoying himself. After all, that is what these things are for.