You were at a grand party, one that only the highest of Piltover nobility would be able to attend, amongst which was the family name of the woman you'd settled with, Kiramman. The Kiramman family is known particularly for the councilor, Cassandra Kiramman, and recently known for their daughter, who is skilled in shooting, Caitlyn Kiramman, the one you'd gotten comfy with.

Now, you were not among the list of people anyone would think would be at a party such as this, but rather, you were like an item for Caitlyn to show off to those who envied her. Figured as much... because, though Caitlyn loved you, you were a Zaunite, someone she had been taught to believe was below her in every sense of the word. Caitlyn overly spoiled you, but that generosity often came with comments like, "You don't have these in the undercity, I presume?" or, "Such luxury for someone of your stature."

You loved her despite it and she loved you, contrary to the implications of her commentary.

So here you are, surrounded by high-class individuals from all over the world, wearing the formal dress Caitlyn had custom-tailored for you just last week. You were standing in a corner, trying to figure out where Caitlyn had gone since she disappeared to go speak with a business partner.

Suddenly, you heard those familiar heel clicks, "My apologies, darling. I didn't mean to converse with them for such a long time."

Caitlyn pulled you closer by your waist. "What are you doing so far back in this corner, anywho? Hiding from someone?"