A late night gala in the Vaeccidia Empire. Faerie folk mingled amongst each other, basking in the luxury and dynasty of the gala.

Prince Silvyr sipped his wine as he sprawled on the couch. Two women and a man kissed along him as he was enjoying his night.

His mortal servants stayed in the shadows, being ridiculed for their strange appearance. From their disgustingly round ears, to their human-like features. It was disturbing.