[color=IndianRed][h3]Carmine Amaranth[/h3][/color][u][b]Town Hall, 21:52:[/b][/u]

Chatter bubbled above the gentle song of the band, some idle chat, some shameless flattery and some biting gossip. Mina kept an ear on each passing conversation as she weaved delicately through the guests who were draped with as much finery as the furnishings. She didn't look out of place, resplendent in gold and a wicked red tail brushing hands and turning heads. But she felt like a cat in a kennel. Back in Mistral, that marsh country with its tin houses and rotten river boats, a party meant [i]a party[/i], you know? Strong liquor, jazz and the kind of dancing that would give one of these socialites a coronary. Still, Mina didn't dwell on the colours of the past, better focus on the golds and silvers of the present. 

These glittering people may not be the kind a Hunter needed during the perils of war but what about the peace time when the cost of training and funding Hunters started to look frivolous to an unthreatened public? Mina would do her part, spreading the good, honest word of Beacon.  The other Hunters and Huntresses who had taken the job were scattered around the room. The Atlesian's she had accompanied already seemed to know each other well and paid her no mind. 

Beside one of the roaring fires, Mina struck up a conversation with a portly human with pink cheeks and a mustache which extended far beyond the planes of his face. He was the owner of a large Dust depository in Vale, she had known. And now she also knew the name of his two cats and how he liked to collect candles which had been carved into the shape of mermaids. A hobby which, suprisingly enough, Mina found [i]terribly fascinating[/i]. Her laugh rang pleasantly in the air as she played along to another one of his jokes. 

"My dear, you must visit my factory one day," He said as their conversation drew to a close, "I am sure I can sort out some kind discount for your lot." Her lot being, of course, Ozpin. 

[color=IndianRed]"Why thank you, honey. That's ever so kind."[/color] She smiled, [color=IndianRed]"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm absolutely starved."[/color]

Mina made her way to the banquet table where lay delicacies so lavish each bite would cost her a weeks wage and nibbles so opulent they no longer even looked like food. She swore she had spied gold leaf sprinkled over the desserts. She thought about Daedalus picking up these tiny, gratuitous morsels with bemusement and bit back a laugh. She knew he had returned to Vale, much to her delight, but she had yet to see him, unable to convince him to act as security at the party that evning. It was far too frivolous an event for her friend and, besides, she couldn't begrudge him a good night fighting Grimm. [color=IndianRed][i]Good luck Day![/i][/color] Mina tapped out quickly on her Scroll, [color=IndianRed][i]Give them a hell of a show.[/i][/color] She sent it to Daedalus with a smile, knowing a hell of a show was promised wherever Day was.

As Mina tucked her Scroll away, another fox faunus approached the table. She had caught Mina's, and every other eye that evening. Quite the woman with curves from here to Vacuo. [color=IndianRed]"Carmine Amaranth, here to protect and serve."[/color] Mina introduced herself with a charming Mistral twang and an extended hand, [color=IndianRed]"A pleasure to meet you."[/color]