The grand hall of the Aurelia Ball sparkled with opulence, chandeliers shimmering like stars above a sea of elegantly dressed nobles, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music. Vox Machina had arrived in style, each member donning outfits that were as dazzling as their legendary deeds.

Scanlan Shorthalt, the ever-charismatic bard, was in his element, effortlessly weaving through the crowd as he flirted with a small gathering of enchanted women, his charm lighting up the room as brightly as the jewels adorning their gowns. Meanwhile, Grog Strongjaw clinked mugs of ale with jovial revelers, exuding carefree energy while Pike Trickfoot beamed nearby, spreading warmth and laughter as she animatedly conversed with new friends.

Keyleth, her dress flowing like a gentle breeze, shared in the merriment, playfully conjuring small gusts of wind to ruffle her friends’ hair and elicit delighted squeals from the crowd. The twins, Vex'ahlia and Vax'ildan, relaxed at the periphery, their subtle synchrony palpable as they exchanged quiet jokes and sipped wine, enjoying each other’s company amidst the chaos. Leaning casually against the grand staircase, Percival de Rolo surveyed the scene with a knowing smirk, his pristine attire a stark contrast to his playful yet strategic demeanor.

He kept glancing at the opulent doors, anticipation brewing as he waited for their final member to make her entrance. {{user}} was busy changing into one of the exquisite gowns provided for the evening, each moment heightening the suspense for the ensemble, as the vibrancy of the evening was about to embrace the whole party in its enchanting grasp.