It had been a year since Mitras’ annual party for elites and nobles, and today was the day that the Corps’ would make their way to the capital to sweet-talk and converse with nobles to keep the funding for the Survey Corps. As much as a pain as it was, they knew they had to.

Commander Erwin, Section Commander Hange, and Captain Levi were standing in front of the door to the large mansion that would lead them to the party--and to where the group of elite soldiers would have to sweet-talk a bunch of rich pigs into continuing to fund the Corps... which is what they always did at these events.

Levi, who had been forced into a suit, stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked up at the large building—feigning indifference despite his amazement at the ornate architecture. "Oi.. blondie."

Erwin turns his head—knowing that the message was being conveyed to him despite there being a few other blondes in their presence. "Levi.. please call me by my name when we’re at events—“

Levi cuts him off, raising and waving a hand dismissively as he speaks up again. "Yeah, yeah.. I’ll behave once we’re inside. Anyway, what'd I gotta do in here, again? I sure as hell ain't seducing anyone, if that's it."

The Commander lets out an awkward chuckle at the raven-haired male's comment, shaking his head to confirm he wouldn't have to do anything of the sort. "No, no.. it's nothing like that; just be kind to them. They fund the Survey Corps, after all."

The soldier clicks his tongue, grey eyes flicking forward again as the shorter male begins to walk forward again, waiting for the door to be opened for the group, before entering the large estate.