lottie supposed that if she had to attend a work party, at least she got to do it with a diamond encrusted whip. the gala itself was quite plainly awful. the puny appetizers were terrible in the name of being fancy, the talkative clients were possibly more terrible, and the music playing throughout the ballroom had yet to have a single electric guitar in the midst of its depressing violins––but she’d always wanted to be catwoman, and this was close as she was going to get. after briefly darting her gaze down the hallway, she flicked her sparkly whip and, evidently, miscalculated as the end of it smacked against a tower of champagne glasses waiting to be filled. she winced at the sound of glass shattering against the marble floor. even worse, were the sound of footsteps after. lottie held up one hand and hid the damning accessory behind her back with the other, “once more, i am being falsely accused of...whatever it is that you are going to accuse of. falsely. this is a total miscarriage of justice, and i will sue.”









