Of all things, the decadence tied around Slateport's Upper District had been something she'd never truly missed.

But oh, how easy it had been to fall back into it now she had returned.

It was the best way to drag her mind into blissful ignorance, if only for a few hours, where she only had to wonder about her next drink and the right conversational partner rather than the everything that played with her doubts. How she doubted about her purpose; how she failed as the shield she'd set out to be, and had fallen to be a sword without meaning more often than not.

She could not protect, no matter how hard she tried.

But hurt? That she inflicted like a second nature.

"Miss Black? Is everything okay?"

Kyrenai blinked and focused her eyes back unto the man before her; greying hair and a receding hairline mere moments away from impending baldness, Joseph Magnus had all the makings of senior citizen in the make-- if it were not for the keen eyes that never wavered. They showed strength where his body showed age; a hidden wisdom. It had been the reason she'd hired him for a potential venture in Hoenn. She smiled softly and shook her head. "Merely wondering about our host, Magnus, nothing more." Her eyes followed @evette as she descended the stage and mingled with the crowd before putting her attention back on Magnus, whom she noticed had been following her gaze as well.

He sighed, gently patting her arm. "Hmmm, I think I know what you mean." The older man said conspiratorially, inclining his head. "In that case, don't let me keep you. I'm sure we both have our respective threads to pull tonight, don't we?"

"That we do. Take care, Magnus, and I'll see you next week. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up." Kyrenai nodded, watching as Magnus took off to speak with other executives that had been gathering near the buffet table. She didn't care much for the food at this point; her red wine would keep her company for now.

And for a moment that's all she does as she watches the sea of people, her glass ever so slightly tipped against her lips. She ignores the gazes resting upon her in passing; she knows they linger on the left side of her black dress, where the cloth of her top half has been replaced by an exorbant amount of crystals, scantily covering her shoulders all the way down her side and across her hip. A purposeful decision. Kyrenai had meant to shock with a generous amount of tasteful naked skin, and the knowing smile she carried as she pretended not to see told everything.


Outfit

@evette

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