Tikka had a lovely evening with Wanda all told! She learned where a great many shops were, found out how to be thrifty in spending without sacrificing quality, and in general was quite pleased to speak with someone who had a similar view on the relative merits of being made of flesh or metal or hewn together debris teetering around a psychic presence. But eventually she decided that she would like to continue shopping for a bit of time before the ball, as she didn't feel quite like she'd spent enough time shopping. Was she addicted? Heavens no, but as much as the bits and bobbles that she had opened her purse to procure might have fit the bill for a fancy party, she had decided quite simply that there was no reason to show up until she was absolutely perfect.
There was also the matter, upon reaching such perfection and actually arriving at the Ball, of getting inside. It didn't matter how well she held up her skirts (most poised!) or what the bearing of her posture was (as straight as a rail! Literally!) if she wouldn't be granted entry after all, but well, if everyone else had gotten inside, then it stood to reason that she should as well, right? Still, throwing about the Holsten name and promising that her party was already inside and she was simply running fashionably late didn't quite strike Tikka as the correct way to get her well-heeled foot in the door, and so she smiled quite pleasantly at each of the four guards in turn. Peacock feathers gleamed in rainbow hues just around the faces of her eyes, for if Wanda may have dissuaded her from festooning her dress with them, she could not have convinced Tikka that a masquerade was not in order if she was to be the only Shardmind amidst a teeming ballroom of meaty things!
"Good evening gentlemen, I am here to delight, entertain, and court as many as I am able, for I am pre-eminently winnable of hand and lonesome of arm, and I hadn't the time nor the room on my person to worry about my invitation, but I am certain that isn't an issue," she said with something that on a more fleshy person may have prompted a decolletage emphasising breath just beneath the low-slung gold-trimmed bodice that made up the top of Tikka's ensemble. Unable to addle and distract in more traditionally feminine ways, well, she settled for making her voice particularly lilting, hurried, and winsome.
Tikka Bluff
1d20 + 14
10 + 14 = 24