♥ Rᴏʏᴀʟ Fʟᴜsʜ [Cʟᴏsᴇᴅ]
❝Thank you, gentlemen.❞ Sarcasm (as usual) characterized the tone which announced Roman Torchwick's arrival. In following, it was with a positively beaming smirk that the redhead presented himself before the casino's illustrious "queen".
❝I hope you weren't kept waiting too terribly long, your highness.❞ Again the criminal spoke with all due fondness implicated-- an utterance made much to the ire of the defensive crew which at all times heralded Celestia's steps. Eyes narrowed in irritation followed the man as he ascended still closer to the young lady in question, presenting before her a rose painted as deep and as rich in red as the lips to who's melodious retort Roman had attuned his ear.
❝Not otherwise occupied for the evening, were you? That would be a shame. For them, of course.❞ Roman herein noted, blinded completely to the fumbling of one of the guards at the presentation of the rose-- for it appeared his own had mysteriously vanished without a trace. How unfortunate...
❝Allow me to be your escort for the evening.❞