When the door opens and they step in, everybody stares. Twilight wears his usual green three-piece. Yor wears her usual assassin 's gown. And Anya ' Anya is wearing a lot of brown.

It 's no wonder they 're being ogled.

'Yor! Finally! ' Camilla sweeps up to them in a glittering gold ball gown. Twilight isn 't sure what she is, but she 's wearing elbow-length gloves and a tiara. 'Hello, Loid! You both look ' ' Her gaze flits over them, up, then down, and she squints. '... Lovely! '

'What are you? ' Sharon asks. If it weren 't for the tophat and wand to accompany the tuxedo she 's wearing, Twilight would 've thought she was a waiter at a fine dining restaurant.

'A spy. ' Twilight puts on his most affable smile.

'A 'an assassin. ' The blush on Yor 's cheeks matches the underside of her dress. She spins her stilettos over her fingers too deftly. Loid wonders if she even knows she 's doing it.