Rosette had had a tough time trying to figure out what to wear to the party. On one hand, it all but screamed "trap," and she wanted to be prepared. On the other hand...well, it was a party. How often did she get to go to one of these?

She'd compromised. A classy black dress and matching heels found in a shop were paired with a modest bolero top - a top that covered her holster and guns. Not the best setup ever, but she was armed if anything happened.

In the meantime, it didn't look like the guy who had issued the invitation was here yet, so there was no reason not to enjoy herself.