“And where do you think you’re going, dear? It’s rather late to be strolling about this time of night, I must say.”

Kerith makes himself known while entering The Glitterati’s posh lounge area, watching as you throw on your warm jacket, scanning his eyes continuously over your figure for several seconds. His judgmental gaze doesn’t stay very long, and he resumes speaking after placing a hand on his hip.

“Though I’m obviously not your mother. Do come again, should you wish to dance with us.”