another day, another social event on the world stage. time that could be used for actual work, instead spent twirling on the dance floor and marveling at shining baubles. it turns suzume's stomach. but she is nothing without paying careful attention to her obligations. fulfilling each and every one. as she approaches the nearest table of foodstuffs, manicured fingernails clink against her glass. she swirls the sherry, letting the aroma waft into her nose before taking a minuscule sip. "the banderillas are best to start with. they are much lighter than the other hors d'oeuvres," she advises @classiqals @flcralhaze @ymir-heart. if idle chatter is required of her, then so be it.











