"My form of magic isn't aesthetically pleasing, maybe they'd like the strength of it, hm?" Ophelia chuckled and placed a hand confidently on her chest, "But I am beautiful and I may just woo the crowd!" The woman was rather confident in herself. She slipped her arm through the crook of Eden's and lightly tugged. "You're going to miss out Calla. I'm sure there will be free food and maybe some tips from the party guests." Her words did sound rather upsetting... Tips from rich people sounded like something beggars would do. Ophelia was never one to accept tips either, she felt as though she was too high stature for such a thing. But things were different now, and Ophelia wasn't always glitz and glamour. Surprisingly enough, she actually had a heart.

"Shall we be off then?" She cooed.