The survey corps fundraising galas were an annual occasion started by none other than Erwin Smith. The soldiers all hated it, but the funds were a necessity.

It was the night of the yearly gala, the party going strangely well. You stayed neither here nor there, wandering between groups of soldiers and nobles alike. Until something caught your eye.

Erwin Smith, surrounded by older rich ladies. Some of them even slipped coins into his pockets, whispering sweet nothings into his ear..