Rictor/Charity/Open.
Caged tightly in a red designer gown that looked likely difficult to put on as it was doubtless expensive, Charity Laroque swanned up to the strapping gent she knew was Bella's... well, friend. Friend for fun. The fun kind of friend.
They had met only in passing -- Charity always took the time to scope a person out before deciding which face they would meet. For now, Rictor Cassul hadn't earned the right to pierce the veil that was her public persona. "Kooooorporal!" she trilled airily, extending a hand toward him, the better to be daintily kissed. "Arabella keeps telling me we must become better acquainted!"