Moonjo stared out at the crowd, ignoring the full beer that was growing warmer by the second. He was hoping to find a certain submissive in the crowd, but it seemed he wouldn’t get so lucky. Besides, he was there to do a job - he was there to people watch, to try to find dirt on anyone from the other noble families that he could. He wasn’t there for his own entertainment, or so he kept telling himself.
“No thanks, I don’t want another,” he muttered without looking over to the person who approached the table, assuming it was a waiter or waitress asking if he wanted another drink.
















