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Topic Started: Jan 2 2014, 12:43 PM (1,856 Views)
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Artorius was a but curious to hear what fanciful balls were like but unfortunately Artesia had only been to a few. Still, it was bit interesting to hear that Artorius' expectation was pretty much spot on. As a child, Artorius always looked down upon the rich folk who seemed to only be concerned with themselves, as if they were too good for the riff-raf and plebians below. Though, as Artorius matured he soon realized that the lower class were the same -- selfish, slovenly, and blinded by greed and jealousy, the same terms that he used to describe the upper class. Once he got rid of that perspective it opened up a new field of living for the man, the sort where he realized that the only way to succeed is to do things yourself instead of sitting around crying about it. You can only obtain something if you reach out and grab it.

Ironic though, because the way Artesia had leaned over the dip her chip into his mashed potatoes and gravy really echoed that notion. In two ways, actually. The first was obvious as Artesia wanted to try some of his food. The second? Well, if you were sitting where Artorius was sitting then there were a beautiful pair of somethings that he was tempted to reach out and grab. At the same time, the guy sitting in the booth behind them whose head was peaking out over the back of the booth was thinking the same thing, but it was just a few meters too far away from his grasp. "Gravy makes everything better, you mischevious cat," Artorius retorted with a smirk.

After they filled their bellies up with food, the two went over back towards Kriston's boutique, the Milanzo. Lord, it was such a terrible name but it suited the fanciful fairy of a bastard that Artorius somewhat thought he was. Though, he did realize he couldn't be all that bad. A pervert and attention seeker, but he couldn't be all that bad if he was running a successful store like this. Nevertheless, after they made their way there the two were primed and ready to get dressed for the masquerade ball. "Finally, took you guys long enough," Kriston sarcastically complained, but he shot a particularly fierce glance towards Artorius which he merely shrugged off without a care.

Stepping into one of the changing rooms, Artorius got steadily undressed himself, stripping down to his undergarments before first stepping into a pair of dress pants. After stretching his limbs out, the man slipped into a white dress shirt and groaned at the thought of having to wear a tie. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to tie his tie, so he just wore it around his shoulders for now, and he'd be damned if Kriston would tie it for him. After he got his tie on, he put on a pair of black dress socks and some dress shoes. Finally, he got into his coat, an all black affair with tails at the back. Of course, while he was dressed to kill, that didn't mean the man would go in there unarmed. Instead, he planned just the opposite - he would be armed to the teeth, a pair of daggers tucked into his waist band beneath his shirt, throwing knives here and there, and his sword at his back, conveniently hidden at his back beneath his coat.

Stepping outside, Artorius looked as charming as ever, perhaps even more so. Looking into a mirror, Artorius combed his hair slightly. "I'll be waiting out front for you," Artorius said to Artesia who had been in the changing room next to his. "You'll look after our stuff, right?" he asked rhetorically to Kriston, knowing that he would. Though, he was a bit concerned what he'd do with Artesia's clothes. That aside, the man made his way to the front of the store, where he waited for Artesia with his arms crossed over his chest. Even in a suit and tie some things never change.
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Back at the Milano Boutique Artesia found herself being practically abducted by Kriston and shoved into a change room, "No time to waste if you want to make it to the event on time." The man said hurriedly as he pulled the curtain closed behind her leaving just the dress in the changing room with her, and what a dress it was. How the man had managed to create something as nice and detailed as what she had before her in a matter of hours had be magic, she'd never seen his magic but she knew it just HAD to be something related to his work. What kind of magic that could have been she had no clue, but heck, as long as it helped her in times like these then she was grateful for it.

As Artesia looked to the material that was the dress Kriston had made for her she couldn't help suddenly regret eating such a big meal under an hour ago, it didn't look too forgiving with the way it was made to be tight fitting around her torso. Oh well, it was well worth the slight discomfort she would feel for a bit while her organs rearranged themselves after squeezing the dress on to make room for the full stomach she had. Yep, it had been that nice of a meal. Luckily though as she looked at the garment closer she could see that Kriston in all his genius had made it in such a way as to allow the large and decorative part of the dress to be removed should she need to do so. This not only meant that should she find herself in a situation where she needed to run or fight should would be able to do so easier after separating the excess material but that she would be able to do so quickly and efficiently, she was impressed to say the least.

The top half of the garment was a strapless and tight fitting black wrap bodice style design and it took some work to get into it properly and in a way that meant everything that needed to be held up and supported was being held up and supported. Sure, the woman wasn't shy or embarrassed about her body but that didn't mean she wanted to be spilling out of the damned thing and potentially flashing people, not that it wouldn't make for an easy way to stun people in order to make an escape. Due to the nature of the top she would be unable to wear her back-up dual daggers across her back but thanks to how she could wear her pants and the holsters that they allowed her she was able to take her throwing knives, boot knives and Hidari and Migi each strapped to the outside of one of her thighs instead of at her lower back. Neither of the thieves were going into the eagle's nest without weapons, they weren't that naive.

With the bottom half of the dress clipped in place so as to hide the fact it was a separate piece and to hide what was underneath Artesia heard Artorius speak up from outside her change room, "Right-o" She said in reply while fighting with the heels Kriston had chosen for her. They were relatively simple black heels with but a enough embellishment to match the dress but considering that Artesia never wore heels except for on jobs that required it -such as this one- she wasn't exactly fond of them. Thankfully though she could wear them and walk in them without falling over and breaking her neck, that wouldn't have been a very cohesive part of their covers now would it.

Thinking that she was done and had tackled the trial that was donning the attire for the night at hand Artesia stepped triumphantly out of her change room, "Alright, thank god that's done." She murmured only to hear Kriston chuckle at her. "Oh dear Tia, you're not done just yet." What happened next was something much like a scene from one of Atesia's worst nightmares as she was forced to sit down on a chair and subjected to the likes of make-up and a curling iron at the hands of the man's assistant, sure she was a woman and she'd had to have it done before but that didn't change the fact she hated the nature of it -and the whole sitting there doing nothing part-.

Ten or so minutes later Artorius would hear groans of frustration and aggravation coming from behind the curtain that divided the boutique from the work shop area,"Ugh Enough!", "Wait! You haven't had your nails done!" The worried voice of the assistant followed only to be defeated as Artesia stormed out from behind the curtain wearing her dress like a bull on a rampage. Her hair had several pieces curled and pulled up into a nice and elegant clip and what was left to hang free had a subtle wave to it. "We're going." She said without really noticing how Artorius looked in his suit and while grabbing him by the arm of his jacket with every intention of dragging him if she had to.

Once outside the doors though and in the street -safe from the banshee that had been tormenting her so- Artesia inhaled and exhaled deeply, "Thank god, I was this close to snapping and shanking someone." Of course her words were an exaggeration but the point they got across was loud and clear, she had not enjoyed the time spent back there in the slightest and as far as she was concerned it couldn't have been over soon enough. As she turned to look at Artorius the woman found herself momentarily caught off guard by the charming figure he cut in the tuxedo he was wearing and with a chuckle she reached up to the tie that sat upon his shoulders, "Haha, you scrub up pretty good. With that said though, the tie kind of ruins the effect." Gently and with precision Artesia worked away at tying the tie for Artorius with her nimble fingers and once she was done she made sure it sat right before stepping back and appraising the man with a glance from top to bottom, "Yep, not bad at all."
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The man couldn't help but wonder what exactly was taking Artesia was so long. But, naturally women take a bit longer to get ready for events such as these in comparison to their male counterparts. Where Artorius just had to slide in and button his clothing, though he had yet to tie his tie properly due to that particular inadequacy which prevented him from actually doing so, he got ready in record time. He even came out looking ever dashing and handsome, perhaps a bit more so due to the fact that he cleaned up quite a bit. Thankfully, Artorius was hardly the sort who needed a good frequent shave as his face was still quite clean shaven and soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. Nevertheless, Artorius figured Artesia was having her make up done at least. He figured she wasn't the sort who would go about getting her nails done, or more correctly, getting dem nails done did. Artesia seemed hardly the sort considering she was mostly the type to be drinking and swashbuckling with the rest of them.

Nevertheless, Artesia did eventually join them once she exitted through the doors. Momentarily, Artorius' chocolate brown eyes widened in utter captivation. Though he tried to hide the expression, his face was contorted and stretched in such a way that he was utterly transparent. There was no doubt about it -- the woman looked absolutely stunning in that dress. His jaw wasn't necessarily dropped, but he couldn't help but stare for a moment. It was quite interesting though, especially since he had already seen her well enough without the dress, and without everything else too. "I can say the same to you," Artorius spoke up as he suddenly regained his composure. "Though, the moment you started to yap in your usual tomboyish manner of speech the effect sort of died a bit. But, that's what makes you, well, you," he added, playfully chiding his partner in crime before a bit of self-deprecation. "Then again, I guess I'm not exactly the one to talk."

Artorius couldn't feel a bit embarrassed as Artesia worked her nimble fingers to knot his tie for him. The way she had done it so precisely and easily was surprising. He figured that she probably learned how to do so because she grew up with a lot of men in her lives. Not in that way, mind you, but Artorius figured she was close with her father which seemed to be a logical conclusion which would justify the ability to tie ties. Or, maybe Artorius was just woefully inept, or maybe it was a bit of both. Nevertheless, with their fancy new digs worn quite stylishly, it was now time for the two to head towards the Irelian Tower. "Well, let's get going then," Artorius spoke as he began to lead the way.




Moments later the two would find themselves at the front of the famed tower. To think that just a decade ago the place was run down to the point of predatory raptors lived there. Now, the place was completely renovated from the ground up. On the outside, it looked impressive, with gold and silver linings giving the place a regal appeal. Artorius had seen his place from a distance, but he had always avoided it due to the fact that it represented the hoity toity upper class, the elitist upper crust of a city ruled by corruption. Holding his arm out a bit, Artorius gestured towards Artesia. "This is the part where you hang on my arm. Don't have too much fun," Artorius whispered in jest to her, though it was probably for the best that the entered convincingly. Donning his mask, a black affair with bronze-colored adornments upon it, Artorius gave a nod to Artesia, gesturing that she should put hers on as well.

The two were allowed into the lobby without a hitch. The lobby itself was elaborately decorated with clean, elaborate, richly colored fabrics and adornments all throughout. As they stepped towards the elevator, the two were asked where they were going and for what purpose. But, Artorius merely wordlessly presented the writ of invitation before the gentleman at the elevator pressed a button and took the two, along with a few other pairs, up towards the top floor.
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It was true that when Artesia spoke she didn't really keep the facade of being a high class lady going, with that said though Artorius would be pleasantly surprised when the time for her to actually put the act on came for he would quickly learn that she was capable of it. Sometimes if you wanted to steal from the rich fat cats you first had to learn their language and if you couldn't blend in with them well enough at times to infiltrate their numbers then you weren't going to get the crème de la crème of what was on offer. It was because of these facts that Artesia grew up learning how to put on whatever act she need to use in order to get what had to be done done. Her father might not have been the best out there in the world in many aspects of his parenting but what he did make sure to do was to prepare his children for the life they had to come, if that meant exposing them to some unsavoury things and ensuring they could handle them then so be it. He didn't want an award for best father of the year, he'd only wanted to know that they would be alright when he could no longer be there for them.

Be it luck or be it coincidence the pair of thieves who looked as though they were right out of a spy movie arrived at Irelian tower after a short walk from Kriston's boutique and as they stood before it they got a fairly good idea of what they would find once they were inside. Not only did silver detailing decorate the outside of the building but as if that wasn't enough the designers felt the need to throw some gold in there as well, if nothing else it would be shiny and well hey bitches love shiny. It posed a question though; was the gold and silver real? The security outside the tower was not really lacking but at the same time Artesia couldn't help but wonder if they would have used real gold and silver given the neighbourhood/sector the building was actually in. Dandelion Sector would have had more people in the place that would have drooled at the thought of such things being within reach than those that wouldn't have and some of them weren't known to be the brightest tools in the shed. Honestly, the more she thought about it and tried to figure it out as they walked inside the more Arestia found herself torn to make a decision. It looked real to her eyes which was most definitely something, but still, would anyone be so dumb as to use as much as they had on the outer design in Dandelion?

Taking Artorius's arm as the man gestured it to her and commented Artesia found herself lifting a brow and curling the edges of her lips into a faint smirk, "Same goes to you." Let's face it, the pair of them were going to have fun walking to the place on each other's arm and there was nothing that could have stopped it. How could you not enjoy walking into a room with someone attractive on your arm and acting as your date? Exactly, you couldn't, well not unless you were some weird kind of person that didn't find rubbing said attractive persons good looks and appeal into the jealous faces of everyone around you that is.

With her mask donned along with Artorius's own the pair made their way towards the elevator in the main lobby of the first floor and after handing over the writ which allowed them entrance to the upper floors -courtesy of Kriston- they both stepped into the elevator and waited silently for the doors to close. "So, what's the story?" Artesia asked of her arm candy while looking straight ahead at the elevator doors, "Married couple or arm candy?" She said with flicker at the edges of her lips. There were only two real options for a hot pair to be going to the place such as the one they were in and they were; as a married couple with power, money and a desire for connections OR as a rich and upcoming young man with his hot arm candy for the night. Which one they chose Artesia would leave to Artorius to decide for she truly didn't mind, in fact she was interested to see which he would choose.
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Married couple or arm candy? That was a good question honestly. For one, it was probably easier to pull of Artesia just being the man's arm candy for the night. Though, at the same time he wondered how they would feel being hit on, and oh they definitely would be hit on, as they mingled about. Although, posing as a married couple sounded much more difficult based on the fact that the man had a rather dim and dull recollection on how married couples actually act together in public. It wasn't like he ever had anything to go by or an impression that he had, because frankly there were none. The only married couples that Artorius had interacted with were, well just their wives and inevitably their angry husbands chasing him out with a shotgun. Though, it wasn't like he knew the woman was married, it just so happened that he simply never asked. Things get blurry sometimes, y'know?

Nevertheless, it would be much easier to pose as arm candy here, especially since it would give them more cause to separate from one another to cover more ground. Logically, it made the most sense which is why Artorius suggested that. "We look a bit too young for the first. Let me rephrase that," Artorius said to her as he cleared his throat. "We look a bit too damn hot and young to pose as a married couple," he swiftly corrected himself in an astute fashion. Though, they would still need a story. Leaning closely towards her ear, close enough that the woman would feel his warm breath against her, he quickly made up a story for them to use. "I'll be Lucas Laurent, fashionable, rich playboy with no day job, son of a wealthy owner of the Venture Company's northeast lacrima mine in scenic Glacial Flats where the Aurora shines brilliantly," Artorius spoke elaborately through his teeth. When necessary, Artorius was quite proficient at speaking with a malleable silver tongue. It was quite clear that this wasn't the first time he had to lie about who he was, and it worked quite well because he had already used this identity in the past so he wouldn't have to worry about mixing things up. "And you... You'll be Katarina Du Couteau, daughter of an esteemed Highnoon noble and steel tycoon," Artorius spoke, fabricating a clever web of lies. He was enjoying himself.

Soon, the elevator rose and brought itself to the floor where the ball was to be held. As the elevator doors opened, Artorius quickly wrapped his arms around Artesia's neck and pressed his lips against hers, leaving the guests who were going down to see the two in a rather passionate display. "For luck," he whispered in her ear. "And to look convincing, and cause honestly I just damn felt like it, but you can chalk that last one up to me just getting into character." A smug, satisfied grin was stretched across the man's face. With Artesia on his arm, Artorius strode, no he sauntered onto the ballroom floor. the floor was elaborately designed, with ivory and gold lining the walls, and fanciful silver utensils and gold-lined glasses everywhere. A string quartet was playing a calm, soothing tune -- Vivaldi's Concerto No. 1 in E Major, otherwise known as Spring. Artorius had to hold back the look of disgust on his face, doing so by covering it with a warm smile, but not too warm.

Nevertheless, as the two entered all eyes were on them. They cleaned up quite well, and they looked ever charming and appeared truly outrageous. Gems be damned. Men wished they were him. Women envied Artesia. Some men envied Artesia even. It was a beautiful mess.
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It was a good thing that Artorius corrected himself for as he finished his first answer Artesia found herself looking over to him with a slightly raised eyebrow, how old did one have to be to pull off a married couple exactly? Luckily his second answer was far more satisfactory and so letting the first one go she nodded her head in agreement, "Hmm, true true. I can't fault that logic." Her words were accompanied by a glance across to Artorius and as she caught him in the corner of her eye she could see him moving in closer. She was only human and so of course when a man as attractive as Artorius leant in towards her closing almost all of the distance between their bodies her heart instinctively skipped a beat. She wasn't thinking he was going to do anything but let's be honest here, that didn't matter, the proximity was the true cause of everything. When his breath tickled her ear Artesia could feel bitter taste that came with her own medicine being dished out to her but she didn't fight against it or the sensations it brought with it for it wasn't like she hated it.

The persona that Artorius tossed out that he would be using was one that held enough detail in it that Artesia couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't one he'd used previously for something, "Seems rather fitting. And me?" She questioned genuinely curious as to just what role he wanted her to play in this game of theirs. When she heard she'd be playing the role of the daughter of a rich Highnoon Noble and Steel Tycoon she smirked even wider than she currently had been. "A rich playboy and his noble arm candy? How quaint." She spoke half in jest and half in all seriousness but everything she said had been to cover the thought that flickered through her mind; had her persona been one he'd made up then and there or was she playing a role that someone else used to play for the man? Was she filling the shoes of a partner he used to have, that name Serana he uttered in his sleep had been one said with pain behind it and so she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she had been that partner. Eh, why was she even thinking about that, it was none of her business nor was it anything that should be affecting her. Still, she couldn't help but be irritated at the thought of it all, for what reason she wasn't aware of, at least not yet anyway.

Because she had been quite wrapped up in thought within the last moments of the elevator thread Artesia was taken by what could have been double the surprise as Artorius wrapped his hands around her neck and pulled her into quite the passionate embrace. She hadn't been expecting it but that didn't mean she skipped a beat in accepting it, Artesia was quick catch on and as the elevator doors opened fully the pair of undercover thieves were giving those that glanced in their direction quite the display. Eyes widened and jaws dropped, monocles dropped free from the eye sockets holding them and glasses tilted spilling the wine within them and most of all everything hushed as all eyes set firmly on the new comers. A lot of things dropped at the sight of the display but that wasn't to say that certain things didn't rise, the heat in the room quite obviously skyrocketed -cough-.

She hadn't the foggiest idea of why Artorius had done what he had done but Artesia couldn't say she particularly minded it in the slightest, she was just a little confused is all as they parted lips. Her gaze no doubt said that much to the man for as he whispered to her at the same instant they parted he explained his reasoning. "Is that so," Artesia replied with a whisper of her own before reaching up and running her hand through the back of Artorius's hair while biting on her bottom lip playfully to ensure the 'act' of 'enamoured love birds' was well and truly kept going. "Well then." With those final words the woman pulled Artorius back into the kiss and 'getting into character' herself she didn't do much to help the blood pressure of the poor saps that were watching. As they parted once more Artesia had a grin/smirk of no equal on her face and as she pressed her lips together she turned to start walking into the hall, her hand in his to urge him to follow.

The music that was playing as they stepped into the ball room was far from the tastes of either of the thieves but for the sake of everything they pretended it didn't make them feel less than hospitable. As the music trailed off and another song began to be played everyone in the hall found themselves hurriedly returning to what they were doing and as everyone partnered up it left Artesia and Artorius to do the same. "Shall we?"
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There couldn't possibly be anything more amusing than dropping the jaws and spilling the wine of these fat cats who could barely fit into the waistcoats. Artorius was absolutely loving it, at least almost as much as when Artesia pulled him back in for a retaliatory exchange. Artorius had no qualms or complaints about the whole thing, in fact he was just about ready to go for seconds, though by this time it would be more like the third part in a multi-course meal. But, if that were the case, then Artorius was eager to find out what was planned for dessert. That aside though, they couldn't overdo it. Their ploy worked at attracting attention, as well as to establish their characters to a much higher degree. Artorius looked and acted like the rich playboy that he pretended to be, and Artesia played the role of his eyecandy wrapped around his arm with great gusto and finesse.

Nevertheless, the two sauntered in with a debonair, upper-class flair, complete with the scornful look of the other fat aristocrats eyeing them in jealousy and envy. But, soon they would go about to performing their usual routine, talking of business (namely how to steal from the lesser folk and riff-raff), or of politics (how to worm their way into power). Frankly it was the same song and dance that Artorius figured they would chime along to in his head. It was kind of disgusting to find out that he was pretty much right. This was the upper crust of a city who lived predominantly in poverty, who carried the weight of the warm, fed, fat bastards above them. Not only that, this was a city born on corruption and crime, upon suffering and greed, the backs of indentured servants and prostitutes and liars and thieves. What a damn good place to be.

But, tonight they were to play the part of those who benefited from it all, and Artorius intended on playing up his role to the best of his abilities. Truthfully, he had played this part more than once before. Sometimes with one piece of eyecandy, sometimes two or three, but they were always mere accessories, never dance partners. Artorius was always quick to reject their advances on a whim, but there was something about this one that was difficult to resist. Perhaps it was the fiery head of hair on her head, but he had been with other ones before. Somehow, Artesia was different, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Yet, as Artesia approached him asking him to dance, instead of Artorius' usual flat and stoic 'no' he instead unwittingly replied in a low, hushed whisper. "I-I don't know how," he spoke almost sheepishly. On the interior of his mind, Artorius figured that he said that because he was trying to play his part to the best of his abilities but lacked a particular skill to do so. On the other hand though, Artorius was wondering why the hell he was going to such great lengths.

There were a lot of things that Artorius never learned how to do. Among them were things associated with the upper, or at least middle class even. He never learned to tie a tie properly, he never learned how to dance with the best of them. The skills he learned were more, in a single word, rogueish. Fitting, considering he had always been the rogueish sort from the get go, even if he cleaned up quite well.
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For reasons she wasn't quite sure of Artesia wasn't really surprised to learn that Artorius didn't know how to dance to the kind of music that was currently playing in the ball room, he had said he'd never been to one before so perhaps it was that which had her somewhat suspecting that things might have played out just as they did. If it hadn't been for the two or three that she'd been to in her years alongside her father and back in Sin Artesia doubted she would have ever learned to ball room dance either, it wasn't exactly like it was her style or her taste to do so. Where many might have felt the desire to laugh at the man who stood before her with a sheepish expression Artesia had another desire filling her entirely, "I'll teach you." She said so quietly that there was no chance of anyone other than Artorius himself hearing her. It was likely, or at least she suspected that the man would have hated not knowing something which was key to a job but was it because of that that she desired to help him, to teach him? Of course there was most likely another motivation her wishing to pull the man close but it wasn't like she was aware of that one at the given moment in time.

Her hand was gentle as she beckoned Artorius out towards the dance floor but it was likely that if he was looking to her eyes as she did so that the man would feel as though she held an iron grip upon him. Once in a space on the dance floor Artesia moved the hand that she had with her own to the side of the pair at roughly shoulder height and so as to let Artorius know what to do with his other hand she lead his hand to be placed on her lower back. With his hands in the right spots she then placed her free hand on his shoulder/upper arm, all the time her teal eyes never left his. "Now, just step to follow me." As the music began to reach the part where the couples danced Artesia started the pair in the steps and as she did so she gave a small smirk, "Well, you didn't stuff up straight away so so far so good." After a minute or so Artorius would most likely recognise the pattern that the steps were being taken in and if he took over leading Artesia would gracefully step down to the role of following.

Whispers and glances were constantly being directed towards Artesia and Artorius as the dance progresses and there was little wonder as to why, how could you not stare at a sight of such beauty and overall appeal? Exactly, you just couldn't do it. Ignoring them though for they cared little about what they all had to say the pair weren't completely off track when it came to the job they were there to do, they just had to play their part for the time being. The music ended and when it did it was much like a flock of seagulls to a pair of chips as the pairs of people made their way towards the new couple with gusto, sure it was understandable but that didn't change the fact it was a tad bit overwhelming.
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Artorius was understandably apprehensive to take a wild stab at this whole dancing thing. But, he figured now was probably the best time to learn if ever. Besides that, the man also realized that by actually dancing they would be able to blend in more easily. Though, there was another side to it all. They would attract attention to themselves, which had its ups and downs. Downsides to this included the fact that it might attract unwanted attention, and if they had to keep explaining who they were then it might be confusing. However, as long as they kept their stories straight and consistent they would probably come out fine.

Nevertheless, the positives to dancing at the ball were a bit more numerous. Among them included the fact that attracting attention wasn't entirely a bad thing. For instance, if they managed to pull it off after the display in the elevator which attracted attention and dropped many a jaw then they would be able to use that attention to garner a bit of weight here, meaning it would be a bit easier to convince people to spill some key information unwittingly. That's what they were here after all -- to find out the significance of this place through whatever means, and right now the best means was through these filthy rich bastards.

So, without further ado, Artorius stepped up to the plate and put one of his hands in Artesia's and another at her side. He was half right with the held raised hand, but his other hand was a bit too high. Softly, Artesia had whispered in his ear to go a bit lower as his positioning was a bit off. This repeated a few times as the man tried to find the right spot. Eventually, he found the right position on her waist, but not until after he put his hand a bit too low and towards her backside if you know what I mean. Artesia's expression was a bit of a surprised one, but Artorius wasn't. He knew exactly where he put his hand. "Stay in character, remember?" he whispered softly in her ear. Though the reality was that he was doing it for himself, and he enjoyed it with the most damn smug expression possible.

Nevertheless, Artorius was doing his best with the whole dance routine. He wasn't bad, and he wasn't stepping on any toes. He was hardly the most elegant man in the bunch, but he hardly looked the sort anyway. If anything, he looked a bit drunk or tipsy in how he swayed and stepped, but that perfectly fit the character of a rich playboy with no day job. Unintentional, but it worked for him. Eventually, the music ended and Artorius couldn't help but stifle a sigh of relief. The moment he could wipe a bead of sweat off of his brow the man quickly found himself surrounded by a flock of birds.

"You seem quite the interesting sort. I've never heard or seen you before, I think. But, why do you look so familiar...?" A blonde young man spoke, wearing a dark purple coat and a matching green waist coat and mask. Typically, it is rude to ask who was who at masquerade balls, at least that's what Artorius thought. But here, Artorius noticed that people were exchanging names already, and Artorius wasn't the only one being asked for his name either. He decided to run with it, and he was glad that he had already thought of a back story. "Lucas Laurent. My father, Arthur Laurent, recently started an enterprising lacrima mine in the Glacial Flats. You ever been? Oh, the winters I would spend there, skiing down across the mountains. It's quite lovely." Artorius was doing a damn good job at sounding convincing, especially since he was lying through his teeth and basically mocking the elite nobles right in their faces.

Before Artorius could get a response he quickly found a very flustered blonde young woman appear from behind the young man. Removing her glove in an instant, the woman slapped Artorius hard across the face in an instant. "Lucas. Laurent! The nerve of you to show up here, of all places! And with another woman no less! What happened to your promise of taking me to see Seven to see the cities? Hmph!" she pouted as she walked past him, intentionally bumping into him as she went.

"My, my. Seems you two have a history,"
the young man mischieviously grinned. "Now, where are my manners. You remember my sister, don't you? Leila Malcal. I happen to be her younger but much more intelligent brother Louis Malcal. How about you tell me of this mine your father has opened?"
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As if he had practiced the role of playboy before hand and created some 'depth' to his persona just for the night at hand Artorius was instantly drawn upon by someone who found him familiar and for a moment Artesia felt her heart jump right up into her throat. Had they been busted so soon? Surely not, even if a mask didn't provide the most cover for an identity surely no one had gotten a close enough look at them for long enough to make them out, or at least that was what she repeated in her head over and over as she waited to see what came of the situation. When Artorius was slapped by a young woman who spouted talk of a tale he'd woven her for reasons Artesia had a good idea about things just seemed to be getting worse. So it wasn't Artorius that had been recognised, it was the persona that he'd been using at various other times to pick up women and the like. Great, that made things somewhat precarious now didn't it.

With a face that read as 'really?' Artesia looked to Artorius momentarily but as the man who had started talking to them revealed who he was and who his sister was the red head couldn't help find herself rather interested, if they played their cards right then this could actually be just what they wanted. The Malcal family was one that even Artesia knew about despite not having been in Fiore for more than a handful of months, they made most of their money through the import and export of various goods with jewels and other precious metals being the majority of them. With Louis Malcal interested in the mine that Lucas Laurent's father had just opened Artesia was going to be the agent in motion, the one that would sweep the floor and see what she could find. With a somewhat seductive and gentle brush of her fingertips along Artorius's sleeve Artesia trailed off to wander the floor, to Louis though it would seem to be her way of letting her 'lover boy' know she would be right back. Perhaps she was getting them drinks or something, or perhaps she was going to the bathroom given how she didn't just say she was getting them drinks.

She might have been seeking out information and the people that could offer it to her but Artesia wasn't about to miss a chance at some free alcohol, especially when it was the expensive kind. She made her way to the bar at the other side of the ball hall and as she gave her order to the bar tender she felt a set of eyes burning holes in the side of her head. It didn't take a genius to figure out who those eye would have belonged to, especially with what had just transpired, and so as Artesia turned to look in that direction she wasn't surprised to see the woman she now knew to be Leila Malcal. "You know he's just using you." Was the woman jealous or was she actually trying to be thoughtful with her concern, nah, it was definitely the former. "Who's to say it's not a mutual agreement." Artesia smirked to the blonde as she took a sip of her drink and started walking by her, she have continued on too if it hadn't been for the firm hand that grasped her arm and the hushed voice that followed it. "I've heard a rumour about this ball you know and I think he's part of it." Alright, now Artesia was interested.

As the conversation continued Leila spoke of how she'd heard that the ball that night had been largely funded by a certain organisation and as she voiced her concern over the coincidence that Lucas had appeared for the first time at the tower on that very same night Artesia could see what she was getting at. Little did she know that the man was indeed involved with said organisation, just not the way she thought.
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