Vilines Charity Commemoration

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Premier of Vekaiyu
Ikrisia Levinile

To the esteemed national leaders and entrepreneurs of the free world,

It is my pleasure to cordially invite you to The First Vilines Charity Commemoration (VCC), an event designed to raise awareness of terrorist attacks against innocent individuals and aid citizens harmed by the tragic events of the terrorist attack on Vilines. Early in the morning on the Fifth of November, the world beheld a most heinous act upon on tens of thousands of innocent Listonians as a small nuclear device was detonated near the downtown area of Vilines, murdering thousands of individuals instantly and wounding many more.

In raising awareness, we hope to raise monetary donations to the individuals of Vilines and most specifically the victims and families of victims who were directly affected by this calamity. We will therefore host a charitable ball at the world-renown Ef Nevisharu (The Crossroads), a five-star modern hotel and conference center in Provinsk. To attend, we seek donations of at least V10,000 Veskonos. Please note that if just one individual attends, it will be enough funding to provide blankets and and warm clothing to some 1,000 individuals, for example, or help pay medical bills for needy families.

The event, to be held on the 20th of February, will feature a ball, a silent auction, and other curiosities. Additionally, we will honor those who went above and beyond the clarion call of duty and morality on that tragic day in Vilines and the days that followed. We understand that such commendable persons are not limited to the residents of Vilines and therefore are open to nominations of philanthropic individuals that actively involved themselves in restoring the damaged city and its citizens.

Security will be provided both by the Vekaiyun Home Guard and the personal security of Ef Nevisharu. We look forward to your attendance and consideration.

With best,
Ikrisia Levinile
Premier of Vekaiyu

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To:
Premier Levinile
Vekaiyu Union

Madam Premier,

We grieved with you when the abhorrent terroristic attack that took place in Vilines on the Fifth of November happened. That day shalt always be remembered with great sorrow in Urth’s history for the terrible loss of life the Listonian peoples have suffered.

We unfortunately will not be able to attend the First Vilines Charity Commemoration (VCC) to be held on the Twentieth of February in Provinsk. Our schedule does not allow this. However, My Heir, Lord Jeymz Drachenberg as well as his wife, Lady Maricela shall be able to attend on the date of the charity gala.

We have opened Our personal vault. We hope this donation will be a sufficient amount of funds for the VCC. We also hope that a certified Vekaiyu Union check made out to the VCC shall be acceptable? Our Heir, Lord Jeymz shall personally hand deliver this to your hand on the Twentieth.

May this charity gala be very fruitful for your peoples.

Regards,


Jeymian Drachenberg III
Grand Duke of Dragonia

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The Grand Ballroom of Ef Nevisharu (The Crossroads) never looked nicer, Ikrisia mused as she entered the large room. Vaulted ceilings that ascended high into the sky made for quite a lot of room for the long windows that let in as much moonlight as possible. Outside it was indeed cold, but the vegetation silhouetted by the glow of the moon still showed appreciation and maintained a soft dark green glow.

Inside was a different story. Long chandeliers of glass and sterling silver provided enough light for the attendants, illuminating the spread below them. Each table was lined with Vekaiyun Gold-colored tablecloth, which was a stark contrast to the white marbled floor and sandstone walls. Each table had centerpieces made by Yensey Iblavu, a famous sculptor from Provinsk who used various plastics of various colors and transparencies to create stunning works of art. Comfortable jaku-wooden chairs were provided for guests to sit in.

The room had other amenities. The walls closest to the entrance had built-in fish tanks with various aquatic creatures native to Vekaiyu. A bar was in the corner of the room, staffed with workers who were up to date on all the latest drinks from around the world. An alcove featured curiosities guests would admire in the silent auction. In the center of a room was a fountain - a vulpine individual constructed of marble holding a golden pot as water bubbled to the pool below, a pool made to look natural with rock and fauna native to Vekaiyu. At the far end of the room was an elevated portion of the room that served as a stage. A podium of black marble was in the center, and behind it a red curtain with the Vekaiyun Star in front, illuminated by thoughtful backlighting.

Not bad for a five-star resort hotel.

Ikrisia wore a red satin dress with red and black trim. A typical Vekaiyun floral pattern embroidered thoughtfully at the bottom of the dress. Her back was almost completely exposed, as the cut of the dress was slightly risque but nothing to really raise eyebrows in a nation that dressed conservatively like Vekaiyu. It didn’t really draw attention to her, but was unique at least.

Many Vekaiyuns in attendance wore similar attire - the men wore tuxes with black on white or white on back, while the women were a little more creative with their choice of colors. But guests and honorees were still filing in.

Ikrisia noticed many of her officers were in attendance, along with some military personnel. It was really nice to see familiar faces and a strong Vekaiyun showing - after all, it demonstrated how philanthropic the nation was. She slowly made her way across the dance floor and looked around, enjoying the fact that she was able to blend in fairly well without much commotion.

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In her couple thousand dollar Vuitton black with orange undersole high heels, she did no such thing as walk. Each step was a graceful stride. Kelly Yutani wore her black evening gown stretching to the floor. Any fashionista worth their salt could easily tell it was a high thread count made from compact silk. “More than enough to put down any snobby gold digger in this hall,” she thought to herself, especially thinking of the tens of thousands it cost.

Eyes traveled across the ballroom, looking for people of interest. She was not here to secure contracts for Wey-Yu Industries, herself being a company female. The Lupine raised her right hand to stroke the earrings, orange diamonds dangling from her earlobes. The pale gray fur was complimented nicely by the black with orange tinges. Kelly hated sticking out, so it was a very subtle dress, although easily the most expensive.

As she walked by guest, it was apparent that a very trashy and overpriced gown was being worn. Suppressing an eye-roll as she continued. Until finally the group she reached. In it were a few other prominent businessmen and women across the globe. The usual conversation of scandals and gossip began to spread amongst them.

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To the Honorable Premier Levinile of the Vekaiyu Union,

Madam Premier,

While we wish to send our highest delegation to the Union, we will not be able to due to our celebration of Independence Day. We however, will send Speaker of our Parliament, Nikola Jasmau to the Union to take part in this commemoration.

We extend our deepest condolences for the loss of life in the attacks and we extend a warm welcome to any Vekaiyu Union citizens and government officials alike.

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Lord Jeymz Drachenberg step into the room, the handsome and fit 59 year old heir to the Ducal Throne of Dragonia, slowly scanned the rooms decor. Adjusting the cuffs of his simple yet well tailored black tuxedo made out of Dragonian Spinifax, he turned to his wife the Lady Maricela offering her his arm.

The Lady Maricela wearing an elegant yet simple black stunning Dragonian Spinifax ankle length evening gown with a split up the side. Her classic ladies evening/dance shoe in black suede and patent leather with t-bar, arch supports for comfort and small toe opening, complimented her dress well. Her other accessories was a pair of simple and elegant silver and moonstone drop earrings and a matching necklace. The still beautiful 58 year old smiled at her husband of 36 years and graciously took his arm in hers.

“The Ballroom is lovely,” Lady Maricela commented.

“Yes, yes it is my love,” Lord Jeymz replied. Scanning the room again, he spotted the person her was looking for. “There is Premier Levinile,” he nodded over to the side, “lets go say hello and deliver the checks.”

Nodding in agreement, the both walked over toward the group around the Premier, both taking their time as they gracefully negotiated the room.

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The five honorees selected by Vekaiyu and Listonia, Yensey Nekuslovi, Frankyo Korosir, Sisilia Islagepo, Ivalsa Alaseri, Yiskelo Busaveri, Viktor Yuleskoviyey, and Avera Ismaglusi all remained fairly close to one another, dressed appropriately in fine attire, but slightly out of place and not quite sure how to interact with other guests, aside from those whom they recognized, especially if they were vulpine. Some didn’t even speak anything outside of Unonian and maybe some Durric. But they each had their reasons for being there.

Yiskelo Busaveri raised quite a bit of money for charity in Listonia to pay for various medical expenses, burial plots, and general well-being of individuals besieged by the horrible terrorist attack supposedly perpetrated by individuals from Elphana. What Vekaiyu didn’t know was that he was quickly becoming the leader of a growing facist movement in Listonia. Being a former People for an Independent Listonia member, he knew Evesuni well enough not to be enthralled by his appearance anymore. He knew him as a fighter and not as a complacent leader.

Sisilia Islagepo? Well, she a volunteer from Vekaiyu who previously served as a nurse during the 2010 Vekaiyun Civil War. The care and organization she provided was vital for hundreds of lives. This humble vulpine individual definitely deserved recognition.

As did Frankyo Korosir, a humble farmer who happened to be in Vilines the day the nuclear device was detonated. He was an older individual who knew too well of the Dverian occupation of Listonia before the nation obtained independence. He figured the prospect of pulling people from the exclusion zone made up for the crimes he committed during the war for independence, though he probably killed more Dverian humans over the span of ten years than those he saved that fateful day, even if the number of innocent lives was officially tallied at 87. Still, it today was a day of atonement for Frankyo, who barely said a word and merely admired the Premier and her power from afar.

Yensey Nekuslovi was a young businessmen who happened to be from Provinsk. The plastics industry was what Provinsk was known for, and he happened to be lucky enough to be an entrepreneur and scientist in a very lucrative industry. He wasn’t what one would call rich, though. He was a philanthropist, and when the clarion call for charity rang out across the land, he answered by doing everything he could to raise the most money any non-aligned civilian raised. He may not have had the money to back up his words, but he was cunning enough and persuasive enough to siphon enough money to help Listonians in need. That meant a lot to who sponsored him.

Then there was Ivalsa Alaseri. A schoolteacher who saved the lives of some 23 children after their school caught on fire. Clearly an act of selflessness the Vekaiyuns loved to showcase, especially a Vekaiyu under Ikrisia Levinile, the Premier of Vekaiyu.

Avera Ismaglusi represented a thoughtful Listonian battalion who worked tirelessly with the injured to restore order to the Listonian populace, ever vigilant and ever ready. She wasn’t really paying attention to the whole event, but was merely waiting for Father Evesuni to enter the ballroom.

Finally, Viktor Yuleskoviyey, age 9, was present. He performed CPR on 4 individuals and lost both of his parents in the attack. He started a charity for displaced Listonian children and currently lived with his aunt and uncle in Ye’leli.

All were represented on the program, with a few sentences as to what they did to preserve Listonian way of life in a time of disarray.

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Next through the doors came five dwarves. They were dressed in full military regalia, decorated in medals of the many battles they partook in. Only one of these five dwarves was dressed differently, wearing a cloak held by ornate dragon pauldrons, along with a crown with a candle at the fore.

The dragons and the candle were the symbols of only one person. The King Under the Mountain, Lemmiwinks the Brave. A dwarf not seen outside of the halls of Bal’Morag for many years. None would have expected him to appear in person.

Not immediately recognizing anyone, the group decided to head over to the bar for drinks before mingling with the crowds.

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The co-founder of Wey-Yu Industries raised an eyebrow as the dwarves came in through the doors. It was not the militaristic clothing, but the rarity of such a kind outside of Bal’Morag. Dwarves always tended to themselves, a rather isolationist group.

Kelly walked with grace towards Lemmiwinks the Brave, extending out a hand in manner of a handshake as greetings. All the while she said with a smile, “Lemmiwinks the Brave, King Under the Mountain. I must say I am surprised to see you outside of Bal’Morag, more so here. I’m Kelly Yutani, Co-Founder of Wey-Yu Industries. Our respective nations have quite the relationship. So tell me, what brings you out here?”

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“Welcome to The First Vilines Charity Commemoration,” Ikrisia said to the delegation from Dragonia. “I am pleased to see you in this humble event. After all, this event isn’t so much about Vekaiyu as it is about raising awareness against terrorism and supporting nations that have fallen victim to it.” She spoke Codexian well, but she had a noticeable accent to it that most Unonian speakers held. While she had never really reflected on how her accent may impede conversation toward those who were unfamiliar with native Unonian speakers, she hoped this wouldn’t be too large of an obstacle to overcome.

“I hope your voyage was without peril,” she added as she looked to her left. Kral Commodore Yamano Nevikalu, a human, bumped into her on accident. She was unfazed by the abrupt encounter. After all, she was aware the Kral Commodore was able to hold onto his liquor more than most vulpines, so she brushed off the occurrence as a mere formality. “And I hope you have received our nation well. It certainly means a lot to us, and I am certain your presence means quite a bit to the honorees receiving accolades tonight.”

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“Oi! Oi! Lads! Stand down,” Lemmiwinks said to the men around him. They had gone into quite a defensive stance. “Sorry about them. They tend tae be a bit over protective. Ah cannae blame them though. At least nae since tha incident,” he said pointing to eye patch covering his right eye.

He then looked at her extended hand, realizing he was supposed to grasp it and give a firm handshake.

“With tha help of yer nation, we are at a point where Ah nae longer am required tae be on tha front lines when matters of state need nae be discussed. This R&R that tha you people speak of, it’s nice. Ah also figured it would be good tae let tha world know Ah’m still alive,” he said, laughing.

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Elena Medvedev and Yuliya Surkova quietly made their way into the hall accompanied by their husbands. The lupine group were the official representatives of the Laiatanese federal government, showing support for their ally. Trailing behind them was a pair of Federal Security Service agents, assigned to keep the legislators safe - though they would remain largely out of sight.

Elena and Yuliya looked around the room as their husbands, Ivan and Alexi, headed off towards the bar to get themselves and their wives drinks. Elena and Yuliya continued walking into the room, taking note of the guests. They were already quite familiar with the Vekaiyun premier, and they did their best to figure out where the rest of the guests were from. They assumed the vulpines were almost exclusively from Vekaiyu, or a member state of the Union. The sight of a fellow lupine however, caught their attention.

“No, she’s definitely not with us. Maybe a businesswoman?” Elena mumbled in her mother tongue to the reconvening group as Ivan and Alexi returned with drinks.

“Speaks with an accent I’ve never heard. Doubt she’s from Laiatan.” Alexi replied, taking a sip from his glass. Three of the four lupines were staring at the one located across the room, Yuliya regathering the attention of the group with a snap of her fingers. “Stop staring. It’s not like she’s an anomaly.” She said, continuing to scan the room.

Yuliya was a woman of high regard back home, being a Councilwoman in the Federal Council, representing Trakovaski Province, as well as a presidential candidate favored to win the United Laiatan party nomination. It wasn’t hard to figure out she was volunteered by party leadership to see how she would handle meeting with an ally. Early polls showed a United Laiatan candidate would likely win the general election, so if she could secure the nomination (she had already won every primary held thus far) she could easily become the 20th President of the Laiatanese Federation.

The 45 year old lupine wore a black dress that covered her shoulders and cut off just above the knee, a typical dress for a Laiatanese politician attending a ball. She wore her brunette hair up in a bun. Elena on the other hand, 47 years old in contrast, wore a red dress to set off her darker gray fur color. Her lightly brown hair was let down.

Elena was also a woman of high regard, holding the position of Majority Leader of the People’s Council, the lower house of the Laiatanese bicameral parliament. She was selected for her experience, and the belief that she could steer Yuliya in the right direction if she found herself off course. She was also known for being able to work damage control, though nobody really brought it up when pairing her with the Councilwoman with less experience in foreign settings.

Ivan Medvedev and Alexi Surkova both wore tuxedos, fitting in well with the rest of the males attending. Ivan was turning 50 early March, and worked in the Ministry of Justice as a Federal Prosecutor in Kortov Province. Alexi was 45 years old and a well respected neurosurgeon, occasionally giving lectures at the University of Trakovaski, Mahigorod.

The four continued to chat among themselves as they sauntered through the ballroom, keeping an eye out for an opportunity to hold a conversation with another group of guests.

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Giving a slight frown at how rude the Kral Commodore was, not even apologizing for bumping into his Premier. His SD training kicked in, after a moments hesitation he dismissed it as him being slightly paranoid, but in the back of his mind … …

“Good evening Premier Levinile,” Lord Jeymz began, “I am Lord Jeymz Drachenberg and this is my lovely wife Lady Maricela, we are here representing my father, the Grand Duke of Dragonia. He unfortunately could not make it here this evening, matters of state and his age are keeping him home more and more these days.”

“Our trip was lovely, thank you. Your country is beautiful,” Lady Maricela stated in Unonian with a barely noticeable accent.

“The honorees definitely deserve receiving their respective accolades tonight, for their hard work and efforts during that unfortunate event in Vilines.” Lord Jeymz continued. “I was also wondering where or to who would we be giving the donations to here?” He paused, “I really do not want to be crass and just hand them to anyone,” he said with a slight smile.

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Lord Protector Serles Banister entered the Charity ball, his wife on his shoulder, her long open dress complimenting his suit of black and dark purple; the colors of his nation. This was the first time that a Lord Protector of Valentee had left the soil of the Republic in half a century, which of course this meant that the Charity ball was the first event a Lord Protector had been to. The strong jawed and curly haired man smiled as he walked in, taking in the sounds and sights of foreign dignitaries. This was nice and all, but this was a way for Valentee to gain approval in the eyes of other Nations, and perhaps even make them over look the expansion of his nations borders; All in the name of peace in the region, of course!

He snorted lightly as he thought. Yes, it would be a good way to announce he would fight terrorism and the black market; something that Valentee never truly had to deal with aside from smugglers and human traffickers. Not only would this give him an even more legitimate face in fighting those forces, but it would legitimize any actions he would have to take against insurgents in the land that Valentee would soon claim as its own. This was, after all, annexation for the betterment of the people, especially in that poor, terrorist control nation of Trump, after all, a hostile military coup and creation of a rogue state was never truly a good thing.

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Miss Yutani nodded as her hand was grasped by the dwarf. Several words were exchanged for a minute or two until out of the corner of her eyes she caught her kind staring. Nothing more than a disproving, yet snooty glance was given to the three, as it was obvious their demeanor gave credence to them being from Laiatan. With the glance over with she continued the pleasant conversation with the dwarf until finally excusing herself with a smile, “I’m afraid I must go. It has been such a pleasure having a conversation with a familiar figure here. I hope you have a great night.”

With that, she moved over to the nearby group of affluent businessmen and women to gossip. The Lupine was not a fan of the Laiatan government, especially during the Vulshainian Monarchical Revolution. Her family emigrated from the country, disgusted at how their government was a puppet to the Vulshainian monarchy. The wolf-like female lost several cousins, uncles, and friends in the war that never should have happened. The distaste was further reinforced by Vulshainian Civil War, where Laiatan intervened once more upon the beckoning of their masters.

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The Listonian Premier, Stapen Evesuni, entered the ballroom without much fanfare. He limped slightly and had removed his glasses to appear slightly younger than what he truly was. Truth be told, he looked much better than he did several years ago after his surgery, but he was still a far cry from the freedom fighter romanticized by international news outlets all those years ago. He wore a tuxedo, of course, with a bowtie that looked like it was tied by someone other than himself. Regardless, for this night he certainly looked the part, even if fancy mingling was something he could only do drunk.

“Premier Evesuni!”

He looked over and spotted Ler Commodore Vanse Lebivistre of Vekaiyu. His Bell’s Palsy (was it even that? He couldn’t remember) was an immediate identifier. “Lebivistre,” he replied back.

“Very glad you could make it tonight.” Lebivistre attempted a smile, perhaps, but his face remained mostly grimaced and his right eye nothing but a squint. “It has been quite some time before we spoke last, has it not?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Perhaps you do not remember me,” he added. “It was 1993. We were looking to liberate Listonia, but could only move the border some twenty miles. I met you and your band. I provided aid to your men. I could not forget that tattoo anywhere!”

Evesuni paused. “Oh, you!” he lied. “You… yes, you. How time flies.”

“Ah, yes! Let us go for a drink now.”

“Sure,” Evesuni said. He figured he was heading over to the bar anyway.

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“Ah, thank you,” Ikrisia responded to the delegation from Dragonia. “And you speak Unonian? That’s fantastic. As for the donations, there is a box on the table closest to the stage area where individuals may drop off donations. Never fear the guards around it - they are hotel security and are only there to ensure everything goes smoothly. In addition, we have a silent auction occurring in the alcove area that is destined to raise more funds for their cause.”

Ikrisia gave a slight nod as Daszo Kivlevov and Leina Kivlevov, cousins despite the age gap and difference in species, entered and approached to claim their seats at one of the tables.

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“Yes, even though I do not get a chance to speak Unonian that often.” Maricela said still speaking in Unonian. “I have a gift with languages,” she continued to explain. “I speak six Urth languages fluently and a couple dialects related to those. My daughter Sophia inherited my gift with languages as well.” She ended with a slight smile. Pausing for a second in thought, “my son not so much,” she joked.

Glancing over to the stage and the alcove area, Jeymz nodded his head in understanding. “I see. Thank you. We will just go and drop these donations off and let you get back to mingling with your guest,” he said as he extracted three envelopes out of his inner tuxedo pocket. “We took up enough of your time. Have a good evening Premier Levinile,” he said as he gave a slight bow to the Premier of Vekaiyu.

“May this gala be very fruitful for the survivors of Vilines,” Maricela began, “how anyone can poison Mother Urth like that is beyond me,” she smiled sadly. Giving a small graceful bow to the Premier as well.

They both prepared to walk towards the stage.

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“Well, it is most refreshing to hear foreign individuals speaking a tongue as grand as Unonian,” she replied. She nodded as the two went off toward the donation box. She had hoped others would visit the silent auction, but in reality, she had mixed feelings toward these treasures. They were Vekaiyun, or at least Vekaiyun in culture, and if they were regarded as treasures, why wouldn’t the Vekaiyun presence wage on them and ensure these works of art remained within their borders? Perhaps it was a way to expand Vekaiyun culture, but she wasn’t completely sure. This would be an area to reflect on, she mused.

“Premier Levinile!” Viktor Imusre, the most agreed-upon leader of the Vekaiyun Progressive Party greeted. “How are you doing today? Have you had some of the Islovium at the bar? It’s a great blend - Yuleskevlis.” Islovium, of course, was a spicy yet clove-like aftertaste liquor made from jaku tree roots with club soda and a splash of lemon on the rocks. The complex flavors were very pleasing to a vulpine palette.

Ankyela Iskoliyey, believed by many to be the leader of a growing conservative faction in the Vekaiyun Progressive Party, joined the two. Her hair was dyed in streaks with beet-colored dye. “Perhaps the Premier would enjoy a more cultural drink with clove wine from the fertile Calesu delta?”

“Ah, Ankyela, have you seen the Premier’s dress? It’s a little bit modern, so she’d probably go for a more modern drink.”

“It’s conservative, though. The finest Vekaiyun wines are at our very fingertips! Formulas which have remained unchanged for centuries! It is as the foreigners say, Viktor. If it isn’t broken do not be in the business of trying to fix an error that is not present.”

“I think the Premier is able to make her own decisions,” Yensey Nekuslovi, one of the honorees, interrupted. “Unless any of the bureaucrats care to disagree?” He did not wait long for their responses. “Ah, most excellent! Premier Levinile, would you care to join me at the bar for a drink? Perhaps we could meet some other individuals and pretend to talk politics and postulate our various positions on matters “a” and “b”?”

Ikrisia smiled slightly. “Perhaps you would be more suited at a table… by yourself… admiring the decorations and architecture?”

“Why would I do that when the most beautiful object in the room is right in front of me?” He offered her his arm, which she accepted with hesitation. “You and I work far too hard to spend the evening alone, Premier Levinile. Let’s have one night where we’re not ourselves.”

As the Premier walked away from the two politicians, they both looked at each other. “This is your fault,” they told the other.

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Miss Yutani overlooked the two Vulpines that held a sense of hatred to each other after the Premier walked away. From a distance she know exactly what was going on. “Brown-nosers,” she thought to herself while sipping on a champagne flute.