"Do I really have to wear this… attire for clowns? It's tight, stiff, and hard to move in," said Reed as he wrangled with his suit in displeasure. He felt like he was suffocating in a spiritual sense; something inside of him — something precious — had died today.
"For the fifth time, yes, Reed. You have to wear it, there are rules that have to be followed and this is one of them. Formal attire for a formal event. If you mess up your suit, I'll end you," said Violett.
"And if she doesn't finish the job, I will. So you better not try anything funny, Reed. I'm always watching," said Lu'um as she coldly gazed at Reed like an unruly insect.
The ride to the ball in Violett's personal hovercraft was an unpleasant one, to say the least. Confined on both sides by a well-dressed beauty, Reed had nowhere to run, or hide…
