Triki watched you from across the room, slowly rotating his glass of champagne. On a whim, he set his drink on a nearby table.

He walked in your direction, his heels clicking against the marble, and avoided each person with ease. Within moments, he stood nearby and waited to intervene.

Before the next person could speak, he took you by the shoulder and led you away. He chuckled as their faces changed, a shit-eatting grin on his face. “Sorry for stealing you away, {{user}}. I couldn’t resist.”