Grace, being the right hand of Von Doom, was of course onhand to make sure things didn't get out of hand. He planned to fully allow Shaw to have his fun, but also knew that if left unchecked, Shaw could hold a party that could bring a ton of unwanted publicity to his kingdom.
The casual observer would never even suspect this young woman was one of the deadliest people in the room. The tall, pale girl wore a knee-length sequined silver dress, slit up the side. It didn't leave a lot to the imagination, and yet somehow she still had a small knife and two guns hidden on her person.
A wry smile curled onto her lips as she noted Drakkon walking around. She strode toward him, speaking in a hushed tone as she caught up with him.