The party was being held by one of the higher-class families of Thanatos. A young woman, Alsiha, if he remembered correctly, was the one the gala would be held for. Tall, open windows and glittering ornaments of gold and red. Silver snake decorations of varying substances and poses littered the walls and dangled in a gorgeous display above every guests' head. So many faces, mostly natives, are seen.
Simon glanced about the room, smiling politely, and surveyed the expressions of those in his immediate area. Most females shined with an over-polite aura, smiling to an extent it seemed painful. Simon nearly winced. The men were conversing, few danced, and spoke with women. The lustrous gala was missing something- A true meaning. A grandeur mingling was naught but such- a mingling. He thought. Few actually knew who the host was. Oh, he had seen her. That richly-dressed young woman had entered the Maoin House with a strangely tight smile, then left to speak with his House Master.
Simon mentally shook his head of such thoughts, then used a hand to straighten his rather tight, long coat. It wasn't very heavy- a plant fiber- and cinched at his waist. The material was a glittering white with a more animal-based fabric as trim. Animal fabrics were difficult to purchase for Thanati, and Simon felt rather proud to be sporting it even as a simple, deep red, trim.
The entire coat was light, good for the slightly breezed (but warm) weather- it buttoned only twice (directly above his diaphragm), showing off his lean chest beneath. The loose pants he wore were white as well. They tightened around his ankles, then cut off.
Ah, it is a boastful display of status! A myriad of these wondrous souls appear not for- His smile faltered. I would best contribute by playing my part. I've been hired for dance and song.
The demon straightens. His green eyes drank in the lithe form of a white-haired woman walking closer. Her shaded emerald eyes caught his own, and Simon smiles a bit wider for the guest.
"Excuse me," she said with a smile, "May I prevail upon you to tell me your name?"
Simon lifts a hand in a gesture of greeting; it is barely a small wave he makes. "Aye, Miss. My name is Simon Rae- the hired. Would you perhaps appear to request a step or song?" His eyes widen upon realising his mistake.
"Ah! Oh, oh my! I'll apologise appropriately for my ignorant mishap: What may be your title, lovely Miss?" The demon bows his head in slight shame, appropriate for the rude encounter. 'Twas not my intention to insult such a high-standing figure... I have seen this young woman elsewhere. Simon briefly ponders this, then raises his head to await her response.
