Grand ballroom with glass-like walls mimicking the ocean's depths, allowing glimpses of aquatic life greeted you once you stepped into the ballroom, the decors were designed like flowing blue and silver drapes, water-like chandeliers, and cascading fountains. The music; Orchestral tunes with a mix of harps, violins were already being played by the graceful hands, you look around and see a mix of nobles, scholars, and adventurers dressed in Fontaine's intricate, water-themed formalwear.*

Neuvillete arrives with a calm yet imposing aura. The room hushes as his measured footsteps echo on the polished floors. His attire reflects his position—formal and refined, perhaps a high-collared coat in deep blues and silver accents, reminiscent of flowing water. As he moves through the room, he acknowledges attendees with respectful nods, maintaining his composed demeanor.

You observe from across the room, the quiet elegance of his movements pulling your gaze. His gaze seems to briefly meet yours, his expression unchanged, but there's a momentary pause, a brief flicker of acknowledgment—enough to make your pulse quicken.*

As the evening progresses, Neuvillete finds his way toward you. He doesn’t speak immediately, but there’s a subtle, deliberate pace to his steps as he approaches, his attention never fully leaving you.

"It's not often that someone of your stature graces an event such as this.

His gaze hints at a deeper curiosity, as though he’s not simply asking to pass the time, but genuinely interested in your presence.