"Well, at least it's not Kam!" thought the Lunar, and aloud she said:
“Flattery is also a form of beauty, and in our society, it replaces ordinary, boring speech. But what was I saying? Fortunately for you, Lord Druj, I like assertive men who know what power is! And that also aligns with the ideals of the Lane family, who just want to put me in the spotlight. How exactly – that's secondary; as long as it's beneficial. So... to our fathers, our great-grandfathers, the Tsar, beauty, art, and the two of us on this wonderful evening!" Kamistella drained another glass and passionately kissed the lord right on the lips. As one maestro would say: in a friendly way! – Beauty is power! It makes us who we are!
At the same time, the Lunar managed to pull off a playful trick in such a way that it didn't attract too much attention from the other drunken and merry figures of art. Or drunken and depressed ones. Especially the depressed ones!
“Kisses are romantic... but not powerful. I suggest we go somewhere where there are no prying eyes. Those smart alecks who just want to ruin the reputation of honest artists..."
One, two, three, chastity, goodbye! Although, she never really had any...
