A loud bang was heard from far off, like a gunshot, but few in the crowd noticed with the music blasting and raucos security orcs milling around. A few more sounded, coming closer each time. In a few moments, a large red jalopy came putsing into view. It was like a box with wheels, grimy and without a windshield. Its coloring might have been red at one point, but it had faded to a sort of sickly orange with green patches where the paint had been chipped off. To everyone's dismay, it pulled up to the red carpet, coming centimeters close to hitting the reknowned Miss. Annunfuiniel's limo trying to drive away.
Out of the front of the car, where the windshield should have been, crawled a young woman with long brown hair with streaks of lighter coloring from the passenger's seat. She wore, to more undelightful surprise, a man's coat, dark green with a high collar and silver leaves in a vine pattern down the sleeves and around the collar, and moderately baggy tan pants, billowing out of black boots. A large black cape swirled around her, to the wanted affect. At least her pants were baggy.
The jalopy putsed away, banging and rattling, and Rytien strolled down the red carpet, ignoring the crowd as they ignored her. She came to the door, but not before being attacked by security orcs. It seemed there was an order that none of the guests were to have weapons. Rytien handed over her sword and dagger reluctantly, wishing she hadn't displayed her knife to the entire world. She was ready to sue if anything happened to them. Suddenly Rytien coughed to disguise a sound of disgust. She had just noticed the music. Well, you're used to it. You've been to parties before, you know they never play good music. It's the food you're here for. Going through the large front doors she began sniffing for the scent.
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