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Neeme woke up in some sort of grand ballroom, she sat up in a panic and looked around her, seeing many people unconscious and dressed in formal attire. "Where am I?" She notices her clothing and bleats in a panic. "W-who did this?!"

A man in with raven-black hair had pushed himself up, revealing himself to be Abigor. He scans himself to find that he had donned a dark suit with a clean tie, before turning his attention to Neeme, "I'm asking the same thing as well...uh... goat...woman.", he replied, not sure what she was supposed to be.

Ever opened her eyes, which widened in shock. She looked around, realizing she was in some sort of ballroom. She looked down, and realized what she was wearing.
She studied the gown for a moment, before realizing there were two other people in the room.

I bleat in offence. "I am not a goat! I'm a faun. You can tell by my horns." I mention to my horns. "As you can tell, they aren't curved like a goat's."

The demon simply raised his hands in defense, "Easy now, I didn't mean any harm, I just haven't seen anyone as foreign as you. Truthfully, the worst or furthest things from a human I've ever seen is an angel or a simple ogre, nothing like a faun as you say.", he replied, not wanting to fight someone over a misuse of his words.

I nod and my ears twitch, looking over at Ever. "Oh, hello. What's your name?"

Ever jumped a bit as she realized the girl had spoken to her. She had spaced out while listening to the to argue.
“My name is Ever.” She responded, looking the girl up and down before looking to the boy, “Where are we?”

Garroth woke up and got up quickly having a cloak in hand and a dark green and grey tuxedo with a green and grey tie. Garroth looked around and spotted the faun and two other people. “Hello ladies and gentlemen I’m Garroth Grey But you can just call me Garroth.” Garroth took a bow toward them.

"It appears we are in some soft of ballroom. But who put us here?"

Ever shrugged, and began to walk around the grand room. The skirt of her gown lightly touching the ground as she moved, revealing that she wore blue heels, the same blue of her dress. “I’d like to know how we ended up in this gowns.” She said as she walked.

The angel flew down into the rotunda of the ball. She was wearing a long white dress, cascading down to her knees as she entered. Black heels making noises as she stepped in. Her long black hair falling into smooth, silky waves down her back.

Abigor turned to Ever as she asked the purpose of why they were there, "I think we're all asking the same question there, Ever. I never wore these in my life before and I'm not enjoying it.", he commented as he crossed his arms.

Nouran joined in on the two, her large white wings unfurled, "I've worn robes before," she remarked, "But never a dress, with heels," She pursed her red lips, "And I've never worn makeup before either,"

The demon simply looked at Nouran as he scanned her dress, "...It suits you.", he replied as he scanned the ball room for any clue of why they suddenly woke up there in formal clothing as if they were about to dance.

She slumped her shoulders, "White robes, white dress, white heels. No duh it suits me!" she remarked once more, "But dark pigments on a suit, it certainly suits a demon like you, no?" she added, looking around the ball and admiring the beautiful setting.

"...Now I'm wishing I had some alcohol...", he replied, his tolerance for sarcasm rather low at the moment, "Unless someone dumped us here to dance, I do not see the point."

"They probably did," she replied, pointing to the dance floor with a black-painted fingernail, "It seems to be the only purpose. And yes, I desire a champagne at this point now,"

"Well, if you search hard enough, I'm sure you'll find a bar here somewhere in one of the rooms.", he replied, hinting to the several hallways on either side of the ballroom.