The wedding between Mister Clean and Misses Buttersworth was a most boring affair. Sure there was cake, music, dancing, fellowship, and love within the air but excitement lies within any of that? The cake while good was bland, the music was that of a calm and lively tune, yet struck a sour note with how happy it was. The dancing was like a bunch of bouncy balls that occasionally made sexual advances on one another, the fellowship was dull, nothing but people chatting about business deals both "personal" and business. Love, well Love was something wonderful which united the entire world and made enemies turn into friends and peace be brought to every corner that it spread to, which is why to Erika it was the mightiest of curse words. To say one loved another was surely stupid as one could only love themselves because you weren't the other person you were yourself, she supposed they could love one another as property but to love as if they were you, that made no sense to her. She couldn't love anyone else they weren't nearly as perfect as she was, so they didn't deserve her love! Many would say she loved Faeral but really she only enjoyed his company for the sake of him sharing her ideals on the world, and not because she wished to spend her life with him... baka.
Still, for two people with such stupid names (ignore her last name it's perfect) this party didn't live up to the enjoyable atmosphere she had come to expect, not even one child was crying. While she understood the need for such business like adventures and how Faeral wished to maintain his, and his father's companies image at these things, she often wondered why he asked if she would come along. No amount of couch humping could get her to enjoy these adventures, but she did because she knew that at the end of the day... Faeral would owe her for putting up with this crap. Frankly, Erika wondered if she should tell Faeral that she got most of her own money from being a fashion designer so that she could design the outfits for the brides who were a part of these boring occasions, maybe then one of them could explode or something.
Erika stated, taking a glass of champagne from one of the waiters wandering around.
"Why do you attend such boring events, surely maintaining such an image isn't worth it when you could just do a hostile takeover of their assets, well obviously just a seizing would do just fine but the phrase hostile takeover has the word hostile in it making it the superior option. This whole place just seems rather... dull, I fear if these are your business partners we may never find anything entertaining coming out of these events."