Razorwaltz exhaled slowly, resting her head back against the crate.
"First off," she muttered.
"My real name's Velra Vantess. The only daughter of the Vantess family."
Zain raised his eyebrow. "I see."
She frowned. "No shock? No surprise?"
Zain shrugged.
"I'm from the C-Zone. We don't exactly keep track of noble gossip out there."
Velra blinked.
"… You hail from C-Zone?"
Zain nodded without shame. "Yep."
Velra stared at him, jaw slightly slack.
"You mean to tell me… I got beaten down... by a damn commoner from C-Zone."
Zain's smirk returned. "Is that your real trauma?"
Velra groaned, rubbing her face.
"Ugh, let's just move on…"
She drew in a breath, voice quieter.
"Let me tell you about my family first."
She sat up straighter.
"The Vantess family is led by a female matriarch. Always has been."
"The daughters are trained to carry on the bloodline's legacy."
Zain tilted his head.
"What's the legacy? Cosmetics? Dresses? Fancy etiquette?"
