"And now you see who the really lucky one is in this relationship," Karla observed from her seat, color high in her cheeks. She sat primly, ankles crossed as befitting a lady, though the keen-eyed among the crowd might notice her breathing had sped up a bit and the occasional shift of her weight in the chair.

Mother Night, she wasn't made of stone!

Licking her lips, she reached for another glass of...whatever was closest to hand. "That, my darlings, managed to be scorching hot even from over here."