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Of course, Christine, being Christine, didn’t really catch on to Rurik's deadpan delivery. And so she responded by clasping her hands and saying, “Hehe! I’m glad you like it! I spent hours designing this dress on my own, you know! Though I wasn’t the one who made it of course. I simply sent the specifications to my personal tailor and she made it for me!”

It was now clear to him that the shortness of her dress was no accident. She was the one who sent the specification for the length after all. Well, that, or she was so clumsy that she miscounted it, leading to the fashion disaster she was currently easier. Well, it’s not exactly a disaster per-say. It might be if you’re a prude who can’t stand a little sight of panties, but to most people, it did exactly what she wanted—to draw attention to her.

“So, Rurik, since we’re here and all, why don’t we have a d—”

“Masked maiden of Rhea, shall we have a dance together?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted. By a girl asking her for a dance. She had no idea who this girl could be behind the mask.

“Umm, excuse me?” She turned to face her with a confused expression, tilting her head slightly. “Did you just say that you want a dance with me?” She grew into a smile. “That would be delightful!” She clapped her hands again. “Though I’ll have to ask Rurik first whether or not he wants to dance with me first or later.”

Only after Rurik’s banter with her that she realized it was Lise, the person who had set up the ball in the first place.

“H-hey, don’t fight! I’ll dance with both of you! Don’t worry!”