A Ball? No...

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The group was sitting in the sitting room. Black was on his own couch, wheezing and squirming as his sanity was being drained dry. Sapphire groaned nervously.

"Black... go. Don't get caught." He whimpered quietly as he went out. "I'm going to regret this decision."

"He needs someone who can fulfill his needs. He didn't have that when the castle was standing either." Gold snorted sadly.

"Yeah."

Black came back with a small rat and an envelope. He handed the note to Sapphire and disappeared behind one of the couches. She looked at the front.

To the group of the Kingdom of Firenax.

Her eyes widened as she showed them the message before opening it. She skimmed the note before giving it to Green. (She doesn't read anything out loud)

   We have invited you all to a ball of the lovely prince, Mantra Ruby, as he is excited to have you come. You are to wear nice clothes and hair has to be decent. We await your arrival.

Sapphire hugged her limbs to her chest.

"A ball?"

"Could be worse." Gold snorted. She shuddered at the thought. Black came out from behind the couch. Pearl frowned.

"Looking at all of us... Black and Velvet are the only ones who know what they're doing."

Black and Velvet were skilled at a lot of things; hair styles, clothing, accessories, ect. They would just need supplies.

"Ok... you and me." Velvet mumbled as the duo went out.

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The Synxeagogues were looking over their things. Blake and Cream exchanged looks. They were told that they were going to the town with Catherine to get some supplies for their outfits. Forest was in his room creating his.

"Are you two ready to go?" Catherine called.

"And get embarrassed?" Cream murmured. Blake groaned.

"Absolutely."

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