"Sir, do you require my assistance?"

"Yes, Tseng. I need help with the ribbon of this get-up. Better to fix it in the elevator than at the party. Why did I even organize such an event?"

"To promote camaraderie and celebrate our success. That way, we can improve progress and motivation." The raven-haired Turk supplied, shuffling over to flank the Vice President.

"Oh…right…"

Tseng fiddled with the ends of a delicate white ribbon, eventually returning them to their slots and lacing up the bodice of the outfit. His hands lingered at the base of Rufus's neck, despite the completed task. A delicate pink crept up the pale skin of Rufus's upper neck and face, but he made no move to refuse Tseng's touch.

A pleasant "Ding!" sounded as the elevator halted, causing Tseng to retract his hands.

"Tseng, is this outfit suitable? Is it strange? What-" Rufus prompted, suddenly nervous.

Tseng gently rested a hand on Rufus's shoulder.

"You look perfectly dreamy. Now, shall we prevent Reno from going on a costly drinking binge?"

"Good idea. Gods knows how Father would react if half the Shin-ra fortune was wasted on Vin de Cosmo '96. It wouldn't even be the cost; it would be year that would induce cardiac arrest" Rufus deadpanned.

The two laughed.

"Shall we go, my princess?" Tseng prompted, extending a black-velvet gloved hand.

Rufus squared his shoulders and took it.

"Let's."