Seeing the Prince enter, Ale bows the best she can in her costume. His costume choice was an interesting one, and she was genuinely curious as to why he picked it.
But he was occupied currently, as was she, and one doesn’t simply include themselves in the Princes current conversations.
Her Beast roars in her ear again at yet another Beast that enters the room. This one was new, and dressed as a priest? Huh, whatever worked for her she guessed. Though her Beast did not find the humor in this challenger, and wanted to rip her head off her collared neck.
And then the enticing Vivian entered, her Beast causing fear within her own. It wanted nothing to do with the more powerful one, but the Savage smiles and waves instead. What an interesting costume!
Her attention was pulled back the Henri as he mentioned the fountain and her being home sick.
Considering his question for a second, “A little to be honest. Brings me back to a time when things were simpliar and there were little to no surprises.” That was when she was the head of business and things ran as she saw fit.
An eyebrow raises in obvious interest before she chuckles, “I never realized the Greek appreciation for the body.” It wasn’t Greek that usually came to mind when thinking of desire or debauchery. “Though I certainly cannot argue with their ideas. But it’s curious how over time, what is considered a work of art has changed. Opinions and ideals have shifted.” She considered her tattoos a work of art, others, not so much.
“Well, I wasn’t sure what costume to wear, having not seen the movie. So after some research I found the Japanese Geisha. I found their history intriguing, and how their style evolves based off of ones age and experience. I had no knowledge of the Geisha before, but preconceived ideas were quickly proven wrong.” it was amazing what you could find out online.
“I noticed that one. Is that perhaps a costume choice, or is she really a priest of some sort.” She muses out loud. Religion was not her thing and she believed in no higher being.
And then it begins as before, her Beast tries to shrink back in its cage, the fear palpable as Victoria approaches. But she wouldn’t give in, and instead bows her head respectfully to the Seneschal and her Sponsor.
“Lady Seneschal Stamford,” she says respectfully to the stunning Ventrue, “Good evening to you as well. And yes, this evening’s theme and attention to detail is remarkable.” She replies as she eyes Victorias costume, “I must say, that costume is stunning on you, a perfect color choice.”