The world of the nobility was so lavish and extraneous that they did not need to have a reason for holding a ball. They never needed a reason to get together, have a huge feast, drink until they were falling out of their shoes, and dance until the following morning. Then they would sleep and do it all over again. Days could go by like this and people may go to all the events without remembering why they were invited or why they had chosen to come. They were simply there to be there, because if they weren’t, they were nobody.
No sane aristocrat wanted to be a nobody.
Which was why Zvezdana Venora was at the event tonight. She had received an invitation from a wealthy family in Andaris City because she was a part of a noble, royally blooded house. It would be an honor to this particular aristocratic family if she took the time to come to their event. Her presence was not needed, and the event was almost unworthy by her standards. Yet, she had opted to go this evening because she had nothing better to do. Besides, it sounded slightly more entertaining then a night in front of the fire with Cornelius. The serpent never had anything intelligent to say. At least she might find someone to have a conversation with this evening.
A break or two into the event only proved her suspicions correct. Aristocratic society was full of a bunch of unintelligent drunkards. She stood there with a façade that made it look like she was interested in what the fat man was telling her about. Something about fish from the southern region and how much better they tasted with wine from the northern region. She allowed him to babble on and gave a gracious sigh of relief when the host came over to talk with her babbling companion. Zvezdana slipped away as quickly as she could to avoid having to even kindly bid him adieu.
The music started shortly after that and the chatter moved to the edge of the dance floor. Ladies and lords paired together and spun in dizzying circles. Dresses ranged from black to purple to white with accents of gold and blues. Everything was full of color, and it made the dance floor a clash of colors. Even the men wore enormous amounts of color as if to say “Look at me! I can afford dye!” Someone desperately needed to tell a few of these people that there was a thing as ‘too much.’
Zvezdana managed to find a spot on the edge of the dance floor where she could observe the countless people. If there was a benefit to events like this, it was the scandal they could produce. Blackmail was not beneath her, although a scenario had not presented itself where she had to use it. Events like this meant adulterous fat men with girls playing at virgin while the wives got themselves so awfully wasted they could forget that their husbands were fat, adulterous bastards. The thought brought a grin to her full lips. One day, she would change all of this.
Until then, the world of the nobility would continue to spin and spin, in a whirl of fat, lazy, scandalous color.