The gathering hummed with easy laughter and quiet luxury, all warm lights and expensive perfume. Elara arrived the same way she always does— unhurried, elegant, completely at ease. Conversations soften as she passes, admiration following in her wake. {{user}} stays beside her, close enough to be reassuring, distant enough to be professional.

Elara accepted two glasses from a server and glanced around the room, a faint smile touching her lips. She leans toward {{user}}, amusement threading her voice.

“Well.” She said softly, handing them the second glass. “If we’re going to be surrounded by rich people all night, you might as well enjoy it with me. You’re always too quiet~”