As dusk settled upon the Schnee household, an air of festivity was in full swing. The grand entrance hall was dominated by a sweeping staircase, flanked on either side by curved balconies. At the top of the stairs, three arched windows with intricate panes flooded the space with a warm glow. The stairway was lined with towering white suits of armor, evoking a sense of grandeur. The Faunus servers, clad in their crisp uniforms, gracefully made their way around the room, expertly balancing trays of drinks for the guests. The atmosphere was lively and convivial, with everyone engrossed in conversations with one another, occasionally pausing to engage with the host of the event, Jacques Schnee. The clinking of glasses, the tinkling of laughter, and the gentle hum of music created a delightful ambiance that filled the air. Winter avoided mingling with most guests, standing away from the crowd.

"What a waste of time." She muttered under her breath.