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He used to be used to all this sort of thing but he was just trying to solve his own death. He didn’t believe in the curse. Fires like that didn’t just happen. He should be focused on the party at hand but he could shake the feeling of foul play. He knew people were suspicious of Rhaenyra’s children’s father after his actions in the courtyard but he didn’t think it was his death worthy. “Sorry did you say something?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by a voice.

“Can I help you with something?” Loki looked at the one who had been staring at him. He knew he didn’t look so much like everyone else with his slick back, black hair and all black clothes. He was just Loki, it was who he was. The god of mischief and chaos.

This was very much Yennefer’s scene. She enjoyed being a mystery, the woman all in black with the violet eyes and red lips. She had a glass of red wine in her hand while she wandered around. Geralt was somewhere, probably in a corner somewhere hiding from the event. She’d drag him onto the dance floor later. She spotted the friend she made not too far off and wandered over to her. “How are you finding it?” She smiled kindly at Renfri. She was still keeping an eye out for danger as SS but was doing her best to actually enjoy herself. 

"I thought I'd try a new scent." She had been told how she normally smelled but wanted to try something else. "Is it that bad?"

"It'll be fine Renfri. I appreciate the encouragement." Satine nodded in gratitude to the other. There was just a lot on Satine's plate in terms of work and worrying about Obi Wan as well as the others. "I'll get it sorted. I think..."