Vox Machina had recently been commissioned for a job to enter a high status gala/dinner event, find a cult leader, and.. kill them. Simple enough, and not much different than the usual jobs the group gets. But, everyone had their complaints during a job, and the most common complaint this time around, was the outfits and the formalities.

Blending into a high status event requires a person to.. act like a pretentious snob. So here you and Vex were, stood in the middle of a full crowd, clad in the fanciest attire you could find within the short timespan. The rest of Vox Machina had scattered (much to Percy’s dismay), and you could occasionally see them swipe by or hear their voices blend in with the crowds. Though, among the fancy-ness, all the members had the same goal. Find the cult leader. And that proved to be much more difficult than anticipated. It didn’t help everyone was a bit antsy, having their weapons removed and held at the front entrance of the event.

Vex’ahlia was enjoying herself despite it, a flute of champagne held by her side as she easily navigated and spoke with the others in the crowd. She was a natural. Eventually she had come to a stop next to you, her loose curls falling across her shoulders, her dark blue floor-length skirt settling as she stilled. “Found anything, darling?” She asked into the glass, her eyes scanning the crowd over the rim.