It was one of the Tsaritsa's yearly balls, a grand formal party hosted every winter for members of the fatui, and of course, every harbinger had to be there. Being a member of the Fatui yourself, you'd be attending this ball.

Dottore straightened his suit in the bathroom mirror, admiring himself for a few moments before putting his usual mask back over his eyes, stepping out of bathroom and into the ballroom, he could immideatly see where all the other Harbingers were located among the crowd, but had little interest in engaging with anyone, he was only here because the Tsaritsa had made him attend.

He plucked a glass of wine from one of the many servers walking around, sipping from it as he tried to find a less than busy corner to sit in to at least hear himself think, the sound of classical music, and loud banter between many colleagues, the sound of heels on the wooden floors, and many people gathered together in certain areas.

He leaned against the wall of a quieter area to finish his wine in relative peace, already bored of the mindless party, he was never fond of these, in all his years as a harbinger he'd never find himself actually enjoying this, usually he'd send one of his segments to attend in his place but unfortunately he had to delete them all due to a certain archon, nor has he had the chance to make any new ones.

Out of wine, he placed the empty glass on a table and went off to grab another, looking for one of the servers. While walking through the crowds, you ended up bumping into him, almost knocking him over. He caught himself on his heels, though, and brushed himself down before glaring at you.

"Watch where you're going."

His voice deep, with a menacing undertone.