To be honest, there couldn’t have been a costume that fit Genevieve better than hers did it. She might not have been a queen during her time as a human, but she had belonged to the nobility and this was basically the same in her eyes, or at least in the way she told people about her past. If she ever did so. So saying she was pleased with her costume was definitely an underestimation. She simply loved it. Consequently she hold her head even higher than she normally already did, each inch the queen she pretended to be for the evening while she strolled along the halls graciously. As she heard steps behind her she slowly turned around an amused as well as flirtatious smile gracing her rosy lips. “How about a little deal? You get the queen a drink and I’ll play with the thought of honoring you with my company?” The mischievous spark in her big, blue eyes that were framed by a pretty mask should make clear that she was only teasing and joking a bit, but not really commanding anybody.
Emil was having the time of his life. The party was pretty much perfect -- hordes of scantily-clad people, booze as far as the eye could see, and his own state of scantily-clad-ness. The trifecta. He was almost disappointed that no one could tell who he was, because man, was he rocking his sexy cop costume.
Emil smiled, bowing deeply at the woman before him. “Your Grace, I would be delighted. Even though I’m usually honoured with the company of an entirely different kind of queen.” He gestured towards the bar, holding out his elbow for the lady to take. “Shall we?”
