[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJ-neiixFy4]Leviathan Nero[/url][/center]

For once, Levi was in the midst of his peerage in the Tower and was [i]not[/i] utterly suffering. Though he had felt a distinct sense of foreboding following the "incident" immediately prior to their departure, the ceremony itself was painless. Well, it was brief, if nothing else. Necro had managed to keep to herself the entire time, which was a no less than a miracle in Levi's eyes. The reception had started, and Levi was eager to get the rest of this charade over with. He had left his wedding gift on the designated table (a baroque magitech pistol, a rare collector's piece gleaned from Levi's late father's stores), and then set about to ensure that he was spending as little time sober as possible.

A good few fingers of brandy saw well to that, and Levi was already enjoying the party that seemed to be well underway. Necro seemed to be quite uninterestedly playing with a plate of hors-d'oeuvres, obviously put off by the lack of shenanigans thus far. Her master, on the other hand, was paying strict attention to matters at hand. Two matters in particular, D-Cups at a glance. Levi had a vague idea of who the woman was; she had been introduced shortly before the beginning of the receptions. Something something fire witch, Court of the Crimson King, yadda yadda. He didn't really care about that right now; all he knew was that he very much wanted to cozy up to the warmth of that fiery temptress.

There was, however, an issue preventing him from approaching her. The issue happened to be about eight feet tall, and in slate-grey armor, no less. However, Levi was known to be cleverer than most men, and so quickly hatched an appropriately clever scheme to ensure that the brute would not interfere. He turned Necro's attention away from whomever she was about to throw a cocktail wiener at, and in hushed tones quickly explained his plan. A devilish grin quickly spread across the digital girl's face, and for once she felt no compulsion to turn against her master's whims. Especially not when such whims involved rigging a drinking contest and inspiring widespread mayhem.

A quick spell from NITOCRIS was cast over Necro to give her the sensory trappings of a living thing; warmth, smell, a pulse, and so on. Now for all intent and purposes a living girl, she sidled up to the bar next to the large knight, and banged impetuously on the counter. "Nine Hells! I've got a thirst that could dry out a shoggoth! Barkeep, gimme whatever you got that could strip the color out of space!" After making her feisty demand for alcohol nominally safe for consumption, she turned her attention to the man beside her. "What're you havin', pal?" She leaned over him, sniffing at his tankard. "Smells like milk. You some kind of lady-boy?" Necro laughed heartily, slapping the knight on the back, which made a loud and resounding noise against his armor. Several guests turned at the noise, curious as to what was going on at the bar. "Try a real drink, [i]Mary[/i]. Live a little!"

Meanwhile, Levi was making his move on the now-occupied knight's charge. He approached boldly from the front (no need to surprise the poor girl), his posture and confidence both languid and aided by alcohol. "Pardon me," he did his best to sound suave, once he was a comfortable distance from where the witch sat, "I'm quite curious about your fragrance. Would that happen to be Fire from Heaven, in Christopher Brosius' Archetype Series?" He knew damn well already what perfume she was wearing; he had performed a quick molecular analysis using GRIMOIRE a few moments prior. "Fantastic scent. So primal, so profound." He took a seat next to the woman, offering his hand to be shaken. "Leviathan Nero; a pleasure to make your acquaintance."