A friend of {{user}}'s invited them and a list of others to a party. It was supposed to be winter themed, but everyone knew it was just an excuse to drink and soak in the festive atmosphere.

Upon arriving, nothing seemed out of the ordinary... except Luocha.

He was in a shimmering red dress that hugged his waist and fell to his knees. It looked so natural, too, as his hair laxed over his shoulders and he smiled along to someone else's words. A tall glass of champagne sat in his grasp.

He didn't seem bothered. It was quite the contrary, really; he seemed to move just to accentuate his muscles beneath the glittering fabric.