The night before the gala, Aegis sat cross-legged before Rosanna on the Sky Piercer's meditation platform. The ghost queen lounged against thin air like it was a velvet chaise, wearing what could... generously be called a robe.
[Is that... is that thing getting shorter every night!?]
The white silk barely reached mid-thigh now. One shoulder had "accidentally" slipped off. Again.
"You're grinning for no reason." Rosanna sipped her ghostly tea.
"I am?"
"Indeed. If you were less charming, I'd be rather disgusted at the sight. What scheme has you so pleased?"
"The gala's tomorrow."
"Ah yes. The annual parade of peacocks." Rosanna stretched, and her robe slipped further. "I remember my galas. Excellent for morale. And other things."
She floated closer, breath tickling Aegis's ear.
"I distinctly remember pulling a maid aside during one. Had some delightful fun in an alcove while the nobles danced."
"Rosanna!" Aegis laughed. "You can't just drop that on me!"
