Heels clicked on the floor as she approached, an invader to the ground of the tributes who rightfully belonged and deserved the feast. She still walked among the crowd with ease, not as though she were one of them, but as though she owned the place. It wasn't too far from the truth - Kaena had aspirations that reached high in the hierarchy of the society she lived in.

The clicks stopped. She stood behind the young man, tall and lean, make-up dark, gown elaborately wrapped around her body, showing legs. Kaena tilted her head appreciatively, scanning him from head to toe.

"Aren't you a precious little thing."