"....."
The Second Prince reluctantly shifted to the side, yielding the seat next to Marvin to make room. Freya plopped down between the two, took out a small mirror from her bag, and started inspecting her makeup without a care in the world.
"Why are you here?" the Second Prince asked in a lowered voice, "Today is the auction! A formal occasion! Your red dress is too conspicuous!"
"I know, ever heard of presence?" Freya put her mirror back into her bag and said assertively, "The secret to negotiation lies in presence. If we overpower them with our presence, we can gain more leverage!"
As she spoke, Freya curled her lip disdainfully in the direction of the Great Prince and Third Prince, "They are all men, but we have two women on our side... we've already won by a large margin! I'm here to add weight to our presence!"
The Second Prince was caught between laughter and tears. There wasn't much he could do about Freya; now that she was here, could he really send her away?
