Martina’s totally famished, in desperate need of refreshments to get her through the rest of the night. Chocolate’s her drug of choice, it’s filled with the happy chemical that made her brain synapses sparkle with joy, and she’s contemplating which shimmering treat to pile onto her cute plate of hor d'oeuvres when she hears someone offering… free angel wings!? This, she’s got to see. Martina spins on her tiptoes, her expression hurrying from curious to thinly disheartened. She doesn’t often feel the way towards another person but there’s not a lot of people that she isn’t allowed to touch. And Kiki is part of the reason why she’s holding back. “Oh, they won’t go with my outfit,” Martina tries to assert. She doesn’t say ‘no’ to things, especially not fluffy, feathery things. And they’d look so good and matchy-matchy with her outfit, but…. “But I like the wings on you.”