A tiny distraction.

Amara approaches you curiously. "Are you finished dancing?"

You look to her. "I am, yeah. Did you have fun?"

"There are quite a few gentlemen here that are quite handsome, though it is not quite the same when the partner is a stranger. You were able to dance with the daughter of the house, however. That must have been fun."

"Speaking of that, I need to talk to you." You come closer and whisper, Lady Relestel, the daughter, asked me to do something important while we were dancing. I need you on my team for this."

"That is quite a scary statement, Mr. Warren, but you know I am on your team."

"This is going to sound weird, 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."

"Interesting. If that is what she wishes, then it shall be. 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 tall, scruffy man appears. Though he's dressed nicely enough, it's barely a suit, and two axes hang over his back. Clearly, it's one of the adventurers. He steps up beside Amara when she isn't looking, and reaches down to grab the thin fabric hanging down between her legs. He yanks it up, which causes her to scream, and your gaze to shoot over.

She struggles as she tries to move her hands down in front of her exposed white panties, which are cut rather small to be less visible along with that specific dress.

"You're pretty cute, you know that?" the man speaks with a toothy grin. "Why didn't you dance with me, eh?"

"P-Please let go at once!" she demands.