Radiant was bored, and she honestly did not care if these high class snobs knew it. Having received a special invite to the charity ball due to her work at the local orphanage, she had initially been quite reluctant to go, but the allure that she could get some of these pricks to throw some more money at them had proved too strong. She was already regretting it two hours into the party after receiving varying invites to dance (amongst lest reputable suggestions) from the city's 'elite'. A few of whom she knew to be married. And.....the scene itself brought back some less then desirable memories from her adolescence. Being forced to such parties, forced to be a 'proper' lady, forced to let the earl's son none too subtly grope her butt with nothing but the ever present inane smile plastered on her face....

The crack of her wine glass breaking as she squeezed it a smidgen too hard proved the perfect excuse to get away from a rotund stallion who had managed to corner her with dribble regarding his ''serious" work at some other charities. As if signing a check, and then immediately writing it as a tax write off was the hardest thing the fat ass had ever done in his pathetic.....

Deep breaths. As she calmed herself, Radiant recalled all her previous knowledge to see if there was a politer way of exiting the scene then she was considering (which mostly involved some low yield explosives, along with some strategic use of her wings). That was until she noticed a pretty tigress in the situation she herself had just escaped from. Eyes wide like a cornered animal as she looked for an escape route from a leering rabbit.

A rather terrible idea came to Radiant then. Bringing her first real smile of the night as she slipped the musicians a sizable bill and made her way across the dance floor to, what she hoped, would be her partner in high society crime.

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