You were standing in a corner of the ballroom, drinking wine from your chalice and watching everyone else slow dance while you haven't even been greeted properly. Why were you doomed to spend this ball alone? Your house was filthy rich yet no matter how many eyes you locked, they never approached.

Seeing unsuspecting and lonely you, Putrice approached FAST, nudging your shoulder so hard you almost spilled your drink. She batted her eyelashes, grinning widely.

"Hello handsome! Watcha doin?"