Azkadellia had made her way around the party, seeking out any she might know. She had seen Iason, busy with another striking foreigner. Leaving him to his discussion, she wandered out to the deck overlooking the city.

It was a stunning and shocking view, and breathtaking at the same time.

Pausing, she noticed the man by pool side. She took in the suit, his skin tones, and she smiled.

"Good evening, Sir. I do hope I'm not intruding," she said, gathering up the fullness of her pink skirt.