A tiny distraction.

Eva approaches you curiously. "You're finished dancing? I'm pretty tired too. It's a lot more exhausting when a stranger is dancing with you. And he kept looking at my chest... Not anymore than you do, but still."

You look to her. "I do not."

She pulls her arms towards one another in front of her stomach, squishing her breasts together. You worry for a moment whether or not her dress can contain them.

"It's j-just that this fabric is cut pretty low. What if they p-pop out?" she whispers, and starts shifting around uncomfortable. "And Luna told me I'm not meant to wear anything underneath, but it's r-really tight."

You watch as her hand reaches down to tug on the fabric atop her bare leg, and she snaps it back. It's like she's wearing a one-piece bathing suit on just the bottom quarter of her body. Knowing she isn't wearing anything beneath any of it, you really start to take notice at how tight it is. There must be padding of some sort, you'd see a couple bumps and a certain crease.

"You know if you say things like that, people will look," you explain. Wait. I forgot who I was talking to. "Listen closely, Eva. Lady Relestel, the daughter, asked me to do something important while we were dancing. I need you on my team for this."

"Of course. We are a team, Kyle."

"This is going to sound weird," you whisper. "But Lalarin wants us to create a distraction so that she can run off and grab something important. Like, in relation to her trying to stop something potentially evil type important. I've already spoken to Bek the dwarf over there, and he's going to help."

She giggles. "That sounds kinda fun, I guess. But what do we do?"

Before you can even answer, people start to gasp and turn to something happening near the banquet tables.

Bek and Imaeris' half-orc companion are in heated combat. She's in a martial-arts-style combat stance, and in one swift motion, she leaps into the air and spin-kicks him flat in his beard. Bek reels back, but heaves his massive maul up into the air, and slams it down against the floorboards--shattering them to bits. Strangely enough, she doesn't look upset. There's an intensity in her eyes, but also a slight smirk at the corner of her lips.

"How dare you, sir?" a nobleman says as he stands forward. "You would fight a woman? I challenge you to honourable com--"

The dwarf lands his elbow straight into the man's solar plexus. Air rushes from his lungs and he collapses to the floor.

Chaos starts to ramp up. People are upset at their fighting. People are upset at the nobleman being knocked out. People are even upset that the nobleman was challenging somebody in the middle of the ball. Voices start to raise, and then even Imaeris steps forwards.

He draws a rapier from a decorated scabbard at his side. "Step away from my companion at once!"

"Not now," the half-orc replies. "This dwarf is pretty great."

Just then, a figure emerges from the shadows... It's the catfolk waitress from earlier. She takes this opportunity to grab Eva by her wrist ribbon. "You were pretty rude to me earlier, hare."

Not this again.

"You wanna throw down too?" Eva snaps back. I'll gnaw your ears like a couple cauliflowers!"

The waitress grabs the side of her cloak and tears it completely off, leaving her with just the bodysuit part of her garb. Though it wasn't covering her much, she appears much more exposed now on her bare leg's side. Mostly, it was covering her ass. You can make out the bottom corner of her cheek tightly bound by the silken material as she turns to grab the catfolk by her shoulders.

Eva isn't quick enough. The catfolk grabs her clothing, and starts to yank as hard as she can with a grin. "This dress is as piece of trash! It belongs in the garbage!"

"No it doesn't!" Eva cries. "Stop pulling, please! People will see m-my..."

She flushes red as the material starts to pull up from that leg, nearly giving everyone a glance of her slit. However, she growls, and crabs the waitress by her top, and pulls as hard as she can. The fabric tears, and her breasts you got a peek at before now spill out entirely.

As fast as she can, the waitress covers up. "You bitch!"