The Truly Powerful

A cutthroat voice and an imposing posture despite her humble height. 

Madame Devereaux was woman of impressive aura, dressed in a gown of blood-red silk, her mask a delicate creation of black lace and gold. She carried herself with the poise of someone who had long since learned to command a room without speaking a word. It was simple enough to read her thoughts, wants, expectations, and emotions. The woman had the same silky hair as Pauline, although longer, silkier, and chestnut rather than black. 

For the first time that evening, Pauline faltered. Her fingers brushed against Kazi's.

Kazi did not react outwardly. He wanted to, suppressing his instinct to yank himself away. The idea of casual touch was not one he entertained, but they were both wearing gloves. A layer of separation existed. That was enough for now. The mission. The necessity to be disguised, to be in-character. That was more important than his ethics.