Another night, another gala Meister gatecrashes. It’s like they’re asking for it, really. So much security, yet so many cameras to capture the moment one man ruins a gala planned for months in a matter of hours.
It doesn’t take a lot of effort to get past the first line. He greets the cameras like he’s someone famous, giving them his most charming smile. He manages to make ladies and gentlemen blush alike when his visor flashes a wink here and there (no surprises here, he’s stunning after all). With a few sweet words, security’s under his spell before they even realize he’s here. They let him through.
Once inside, he hops from group to group. Never long enough for people to get his name, but his looks alone strike an impression. He’s dressed to the nines, his suit; a dark, shiny shade of purple with lime accents, the custom-made visor (a different one for every gala!) and the tooth gap are enough to make him stand out in such extravagance. And he lives for the attention, he thrives off of it. ‘Who’s that man? Have you seen him before? He’s gorgeous.’ Are the kind of compliments he craves and takes pride in eliciting out of humans.
A flash of green, murmurs of someone other than him make Meister turn-- and his eye catches on someone. This mystery stranger, he’s stealing his spotlight. Absolutely UNACCEPTABLE.