The Bravos peruse the party; Becky grows suspicious of their new friend

Marie lead the way inside, happily chatting away with Emmaline, while the rest of the Bravos lingered behind. Robert, for his part, seemed somewhat uncomfortable around the group of women and lingered toward the edge of the group, eyes focused on the other guests at the party. As they walked, Becky watched him intently. Something about him didn't seem quite right... perhaps the angle of his jawline wasn't quite square enough, or the fact that his hair almost seemed to have a little bit of braiding behind the mask. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he seemed like an incredibly odd fellow.

Marie brought them to a halt in the middle of a large ballroom. The room was filled with countless men and women in various incredibly ornate dresses and suits dancing and spinning around one another in infinitely intricate circles. Emmaline absentmindedly swayed to the three part beat of the music, while Marie hummed along to the tune.

"Come on, lets dance!" Marie suddenly said, taking Emmaline's arm. She nodded in agreement, and the two hurried off smiling like schoolgirls. Liv seemed increasingly uncomfortable by the second, a fact that both Becky and Fuu picked up on rather quickly. The two shared a glance before Fuu stepped over to her friend.

"I suppose the rest of us don't really have that much to do in here." Fuu said. "Perhaps it would be best if we moved to other parts of the manor."

Fuu gave a nod of relief, but Becky hesitated. "Actually... I was wondering if Lord Haverfield might offer me a dance?" the phrase was difficult for her to manage-- she wasn't much the sort of person for that sort of thing, and Lord Haverfield with his awkward boyish demeanor wasn't exactly her type, but this would most likely be her best shot at figuring out what exactly felt so off about him.

Liv snorted. "Really, Becky? I've never seen you be swept off your feet so damn quickly" the apparent absurdity of the situation seemed to be enough to put her at ease.

"Shut up! I just..." Becky began to defend herself, but Lord Haverfield intervened, stepping forward to take her hand in his own, not much larger grip.

"Why certainly. It would be my honor to ask such a lovely young woman to dance with me. It is to my shame that I failed to ask you sooner." he gave a curt nod to Liv, then began to lead Becky off to the dance floor, leaving the other two women to their own devices.