[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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Polina considered it a test of her wills to not react to Eliz’s very predictable response to her little comment, but somehow, she managed her trademark indifferent look. “If you are fishing for complements, I’m the wrong maid to give it,” she replied. [i]Even if my opinions are different in private.[/i]

Seeing Kat approach, the Farisian maid decided discretion was the better part of valor and began to make her way to the briefing at Mariarca’s prompting. She knew a disaster when she saw one, though she made sure to keep the two maids in her periphery for her own amusement even as she cleared the zone of prospective violence. “Though, it is strange that you would be upset. I’d consider it a compliment from Kat,” she muttered under her breath, but loud enough for the involved parties to hear. 

Regardless of the fallout, she soon found herself standing in line in front of a wall in the briefing room. Much of it was what Polina could expect, but what the mistress of the Maison had for them after the after-action report was far more interesting. Polina thought it was a bit curious that the man had acquired his item midway through the auction, in spite of being raided, but she supposed that was a moot point here. 

They were to infiltrate a ball, then?

As a former noble of the Oros Empire, she had some limited exposure to them as a child, but under Giselle’s employ, she had helped plan and run more than one. She had [i]also[/i] participated in her share of stomping on unruly nobles stepping out of line, so wasn’t this almost business as usual for her? That was, unless the demon broke out in the chaos or something. Surely that wouldn’t happen? Hmm. 

Her lips curled up in a modest smile. “I am well equipped when it comes to handling a ball. Let Lord Havershel have a splendid evening.”