Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20170930143610/@comment-30887024-20171001001146

"Your Majesty," Vivienne tries for a curtsey, graceless it may be. Her eyes glance at the grandfather clock over the staircases. "Party starts in five minutes."

Of course, Viv barely has plans for the ball. She wouldn't ditch Lulu, but Lulu was practiced in high-society balls. Viv wasn't. "I have somewhere to be, secretly protecting the masses and the royal families and all that. Please, drink some fancy drink for me."