Vivienne’s hazel eyes seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the ballroom. Her usual smirk was plastered upon her face as she heard all sorts of gossip. She was sipping on a glass of wine as the mission was done. The empress was safe.

{{user}} would never admit it to anyone but she had immense feelings for Vivienne. These feelings brought a constant battle in her head. Should {{user}} ask Vivienne to dance or not?

As if sensing the turmoil in the Inquisitor, Vivienne approached her, “You seem troubled, darling….”