It calls us back to who we truly are.
To his credit, Lux clearly had not expected to be a part of the gift exchanging, likely having figured that Mythal and Serilda weren’t fond enough of him to get him anything. That assumption wasn’t necessarily incorrect, of course, but unfortunately for Serilda she was raised with more class than that, and if someone was a large part of one’s life -- as the two Seals currently were -- it was respectful to present a gift for the holiday, whether or not she liked them. Admittedly, it was a bit worth it to see his face all scrunched up in confusion and shock as he opened the two boxes, finding them to be thoughtful enough to who he was that he immediately scrambled like a deer in headlights to make up for the fact that he had not gotten them anything.
And truth be told, they weren’t expecting anything. This was a mortal custom, and Serilda would not have been upset by Lux and Victoria not having anything for them, particularly when the two Rune Knights hadn’t exactly warned them about it. But he was already trying to enact a plan by the seat of his pants, and it would probably be more humiliating to tell him not to worry about it, so despite her initial desire to assure him not to worry about it, she instead did as he asked. With a gentle wave of her hand, she manipulated the Void and drew Moonlight from within it, withdrawing the weapon from its scabbard and holding it out for him. She watched as he clapped his hands together before conjuring light from his palms, feeding it into the blade and empowering it further. He explained as much to her as he finished, stating that merely used his abilities to perfect what had already been put in place, amplifying its power.
She inspected the blade with a keen eye, briefly, her gaze lingering on it long enough to appreciate what he’d done. “Thank you, Lux.” It was a generous gift, particularly when he truly had not needed to do anything for her. Whatever he had planned for Mythal would need more time to enact, but he promised the darkness slayer that he’d look into something he seemed to have in mind. After that, Victoria dropped the big news, and soon the whole room was in chaos, congratulating the emotionally overwhelmed couple. Before long it was time to move on to either retiring for the night or joining up with what appeared to be an after party. She and Mythal were both for it, so they gave the verbal confirmation before Themesycia went to get changed, luring Victoria away with her.
Everyone left after that followed Vandrad and Mercury down a hidden staircase to where a very real club had been established beneath the palace. There was a bouncer standing outside of the main entrance, a muscular man with dark skin clad in an exceptionally tight elf outfit. Even Serilda stared at him for a beat longer than she normally would before recovering. Simon introduced him as Kristoph before introducing Serilda, Mythal, and Gren. “A pleasure to meet you, Kristoph,” was her friendly reply, just before Mercury hopped in and outright started vetting to see when the man was free to potentially hook up later. Apparently, the answer was two in the morning.
He gestured for them to go inside, and they were greeted with thumping music and an array of bright lights. Simon pointed toward the area where the family typically took up residence in the center of the room and offered to round up drinks for everyone. Serilda opened her mouth to make her order and then stopped with a slight frown that quickly turned into an uncharacteristically sheepish blush and smile combo. “I uh… I guess I can’t really drink for a while, can I? I’ll take an iced tea if there’s any, preferably sweetened.”
They followed the others to the row of couches, Serilda and Mythal still looking about and taking the sight in as they sat down. Her fiance remarked upon the obvious, that it was definitely different from the last dance, and she chuckled as she nestled up against him and intertwined his fingers with her own. “It certainly is, though we’ve also been to parties much more wild than this, haven’t we?” She leaned in with a soft smile and gave him a small kiss. From there she listened to Everance’s accounting of the nature of the du Wolff family, having been prompted by Gren’s commentary on the club. Supposedly, their family was very well known for being stoic and dignified only when formalities and duty required it, but they basically switched to men and women of the night once their responsibilities were handled. For them, it was a means of expression and relaxation, and apparently these after parties were typically more akin to orgies than anything else. Serilda could only assume they had dumbed it down a bit for the benefit of their noble guests, which was both very thoughtful and hilariously not needful, though of course no one here would know that at the moment.
From there, Everance brought up Vandrad’s tattoo again, asking when she was going to get to see it. The prince remarked that it required having his shirt off, which wasn’t exactly appropriate for the Christmas party. Simon took that opportunity to state that Vandrad was just going to have to get dressed down, which seemed to be the thing for this party. One of the first observances Serilda had upon entering the room was that everyone already present was dressed a bit more casually, if not downright risque. The lord explained that there were dressing booths people could utilize if they wanted to wear something more fun for the setting, though they certainly weren’t required to. Though apparently Vandrad had no choice as he’d participated in dressing down last time, and thus was now required to do so every time.
Serilda laughed lightly as Vandrad rolled his eyes but relented without a word. The more time she spent here among the du Wolffs, the more she was starting to understand how and why he seemed to put up with Mercury so much. She was just like the rest of his family. “I actually think dressing down sounds like fun,” the princess admitted, flashing Mythal a playful smile. They’d never really dressed down for any of the orgies at Lusty Titans, but given what a good mood they were both in, well… why not? It wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like putting on a scant outfit meant that she had to do anything else, and if everyone else was going to get changed into something less formal then they should, too.
She stood to follow Vandrad and Mercury to the booths, pausing only long enough to watch as Mercury gave a small, victorious laugh and held her hand out to Vandrad like she’d just won some kind of bet. Vandrad must have wagered that they wouldn’t participate, and while she couldn’t blame him for assuming that, it did make her giggle a little. Through the room she followed them until they came to the little pods that allowed them to pick outfits and change in public. There certainly were a number of racey articles to pick from. Serilda didn’t want to get too revealing, but she’d never really worn something just for the sake of it being sexy before, and this was as good an opportunity as ever to try branching out a little.
As such, she opted for a stereotypical outfit that was fun and sexy but still not too overly revealing: A bunny outfit. It had a white one piece bodice that was almost like a swimsuit in how it covered her, except it was a tight fitting corset with no straps that did even more to show off her breasts than even her gown had, the girls up and popping and all but spilling out around the sides. The bodice was set over a pair of black pantyhose that covered the entirety of her long legs. Resting just over her bottom on the bodice was a bunny tail, and the outfit came with a black long sleeved top with a collar and tie that was almost reminiscent of a school girl outfit, except it basically only covered her arms and shoulders, and nothing else. Tying her long white hair up in a loose ponytail, she took the headband with the bunny ears on it and set it on her head, fussing with her bangs until a few of them were out and framing one side of her face. The outfit was completed by a pair of black, close toed high heels. Pleased with the look, and with the small sense of excitement that being a bit rebellious to her upbringing was giving her, she stepped out and waited to see how everyone else’s outfits turned out.