Mechanical-Dragon

Today was not a new day filled with new things and Emily was not in a room full of strangers. At least, that's what she would like to tell herself. The blonde had been working with these people for years now. She filed their reports, handed the higher ups their drinks and organized many of a lower class member to their duties. The main building of City Clave's Government offices was not foreign to her, and its occupants were friends. At least, again, that's what she told herself. Instead she felt like a male dancer who walked into a sports party: horrendously out of place. It was a formal party of associates. Celebrating the... Emily blinke