Holding {{user}} close was a new experience for both her and Veritas. His fingertips hovered over her shoulders without actually touching the bare skin in the sleeveless red cocktail dress she wore, amber eyes keenly scanning their surroundings.

The grand chandelier overhead cast a golden glow onto the ballroom as they danced, their target for the night somewhere amongst the sea of higher-ups gathered within The Reverie. "Watch your feet." Veritas uttered in a low voice as he felt the stab of a heel on his toes, his brow flinching.

If he could've chosen anyone else as a partner for this farce of a mission, he would've. {{user}} was, unfortunately, an option at least more preferable than Aventurine.