Political functions are always more fun when Marian is there too, but Fenrir is just as good.
She'd be lying if she said she was here for the politics, but it's fun regardless. Hell has such a tendency to leave valuables around - not that she'd ever be able to sell them for anything, unless she bargained them off in another circle, but it's the principle of the thing. What she can take, she does. And it's fun.
Sidling up behind a demon - or something, but she can't be bothered to check - she reaches for another glass of whatever it is they have, grin sliding onto her face. They don't look particularly happy, she notices - but they do look pretty. Even if their dress is a little ridiculous.
If she's going to come to these things, she may as well enjoy herself.
"Having fun?" Raising her eyebrows at them, she smiles, tilts her head. Half the valuables in the room are tucked into the pouches on her belt, more in Fenrir's - she was running out of room and she needed somewhere to put them. "For one of the ones who threw this travesty, you'd think you'd be enjoying it more."
