Her face mostly resembling a thundercloud, Maika swiftly emptied her drink and ordered another one, muttering to herself about having her precious dagger taken from her.
"It must have been Mith, I'm sure of it! Who else would suspect that I would bring any weapons? And where did he get that photo of me anyway? If I get my hands on him...."
Cuthalion only looked at her with a loving smile as he placed a hand over her glass.
"Remember, be careful with those! You promised there would be no table-dancing this time."
Eyes glinting mischievously, Maika looked at him and smiled innocently.
"Whatever do you mean?" she asked sweetly and adjusted her bodice a couple of strategic places, then turned to look over the crowd before Cuthalion had a chance to say another word.
Eyeing Fin and his rather large party, Maika gave him a wink and raised her glass in a toast.
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