The Alliance ball was Lavish and glittering with chandeliers, the royal ceremony was in full swing. Nobles and foreign dignitaries sip wine from cups as they chatter away with ladies to entertain them. A string quartet plays on a high balcony, and dancers whirl in elegant patterns across the marble floor.
At the servant entrance behind the curtains, Xi Feng, who had made it in with the dancers, stands still, eyes scanning the scene. She is clothed in golden silks and a veil to her face, she blended in with the performers. She pulled her top higher feeling like she was completely naked and she could almost swear she was.
The music swells and the curtain parts. The dancer flooded out like petals, and Xi Feng followed suit, hips swaying to the beat like she was born to the rhythm. Nobles cheer. One drunken lord claps wildly.
Her eyes scanned the hall for any sign of Zyran, but the lad was nowhere in sight.
The drumbeat begins, Slow, Hypnotic.
