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Smiling over at "Susan", Petra nodded and made her way past the crowd and guards, feeding them a steamy pile of cow pat that she had some important business to discuss with the prince. Her shoes softly clicked against the ballroom floor as she stepped up to the prince's side.

Noctis looked up at the lithe figure that approached him, her face adorned with three quarters of a Pierrot mask. The tear was red with the same intricate patterns of her gloves. The eyes were accentuated with brown, lashes across the white of the mask and the lips of the mask that cut off just beside half of her own were a gleaming shade of black, lined with glitter.
"Good evening, you highness. You don't seem to be enjoying yourself." That voice. His cheeks went a little pink as he met the grey eyes of one of his government figures. He was certain it was her when the visible part of her lips curled into that oh-so-familiar, playful smile. She stepped up to stand beside his throne as they could converse freely and quietly.
Had anyone been paying attention, they would have noticed the dark haired young woman taking every opportunity to darken the hue of the monarch's blush. The few people that were looking, most of which being women, all looked less than pleased to see the prince conversing with this girl all alone.
As her glossy lips moved, speaking in a sweet but teasing voice to the young ruler, one of her hands reached up to fondle her intricate necklace. The simple, red gem that adorned her neck glinted in the light and shone in the golden eyes of the beautiful woman keeping a governor company.
Letting her hand fall to the prince's cheek, she tilts his head up with a sultry smirk playing across her lips.
"You look very dashing tonight, Noctis~" As she leaned in, and the prince grew more and more flustered, her free hand reached out to the wall behind them and...
ZAP
The lights all died and the ballroom fell silent. Until...
"A-ATRA! It must be Mors Atra! They're making their move!" The guests flew into a panic, toppling one another as they ran around like headless chickens. The guards all began barking orders for the people to remain calm and stay together while they hunted down the party crashers.
The prince stood to assist his men and his friends, only to be halted by a gloved hand shakily gripping his arm. He look down at the trembling young woman at his side. How amazingly helpless she looked stopped him dead in his tracks.
As the prince tried to soothe her, the girl bit her lip, keeping her boisterous laughter in her head as it racked her body. Looking out into the terrified crowd... oh, how dearly she wanted to laugh at her handy work.