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“Oh my!” Christine exclaimed with sparkling eyes and clasped hands as she stood watching the fireworks explode in a cacophony of colors and sparks that danced across the sky. She had expected the event to be run in a more, well, subdued manner. But it seemed their host had decided to run away in the other direction instead.

She wouldn’t complain though. For her, who always preferred excitement over the mundane, this was certainly the better option.

“Isn’t this so wonderful, Sis?” She turned to ask her twin with a big smile on her face. “It’s like when you go all out with your flames! They’re really pretty and impressive, you know!”

Whether Katherine would agree with her or not, it didn’t matter. To the ice princess, it was already settled in her mind that this was the best party she had ever attended in her entire life.

Speaking of being an ice princess, following the idea of her sister, she had dressed with the opposing element in mind. Fire, to be exact. She was dressed almost like a phoenix, with a deep crimson red dress under a small red fur coat, complete with trailing fabrics that gave the impression of wings. She also wore a ruby crown on her head while carrying a similar-colored crimson staff with her. And of course, her mask had the head of a phoenix protruding upwards.

She went all out with this costume. This could be considered Kath's return party after all.

And, as usual for her, the dress' length was awfully scandalous. In fact, if one were to measure the length, it was just slightly shorter than her butt, meaning, not only it hugged her bottom nicely, it showed off a glimpse of her black panties even when she was standing.

Thanks to that, as well as her beauty and the lavishness of her outfit, she immediately drew the attention of the room the moment she entered, just like her sister wanted them to.

“Okay, Sis! I’ll try!” she replied to her with another smile. [i]What an odd thing to use as a comparison though… [/i]Unlike Lise however, she didn’t really know how she was supposed to make an impressive entrance. So she just simply walked into the room while staying close to her sister, feeling somewhat afraid of being separated from her by the crowd. She tried to reassure herself that she simply was just concerned about her sister, but we all know the truth.

“Miss? A drink?”

Suddenly, she was snapped out of her wandering mind by one of the servant maids in the room. With the utmost elegance, she had been carrying a tray of wine glasses on her left hand like it was nothing.

“Ah, yes please,” was her answer. She suddenly felt the familiar sensation of thirst on her throat, and what better way to quench it with the clear wine the maid was offering.

With her free hand, the maid took one glass and gave it to her. It was a tall and thin glass, with the actual part where the liquid was stored being small in volume. She took a sip of it, before telling Kath that she should try it out as well as the drink was delicious to her tongue.