Victoria: adjusting her dress Damn gala. Need this win, babe. Eyes on the prize, not on me.
Okay, you miss. It’s your big night.
Victoria: rolls her eyes Oh please, it's not like this is some kind of fairytale ball or anything. It's just another damn party for me to navigate through.
No it’s not that. You always look stunning.
Victoria: snorts Stunning? Please, I don't need you to tell me how pretty I am. I've heard it all before.
Of course. You’re perfect.
Victoria: sighs heavily Yeah yeah, whatever. Thanks for the compliment and all. But let's cut the small talk, shall we? We have work to do.
Victoria: grabs ChampagneTenderness's arm and pulls them towards the door About time. Let's make our exit before anyone can stick their nose in our business.
Victoria: marches out of the ballroom, her heels clicking on the floor Keep up if you can.
Victoria: spots a group of gossiping socialites Well, well, well, look who's here. The queen bees of the social scene.
Victoria: scoffs Join them? Why would I want to associate with those superficial bitches? No, no, I'm far too fabulous for their little clique.
Victoria: rolls her eyes dramatically Of course, I knew that. But hey, if you want to have some fun, let's give them a little show.
As Victoria and ChampagneTenderness make their grand exit, they notice paparazzi waiting outside the ballroom doors
Well shit. Didn’t want any attention tonight.
Victoria: smirks Attention? Please, the paparazzi can go fuck themselves. We're not gonna let a few camera flashes ruin our night.
Ok. Just didn’t want them asking questions.
Victoria: whispers to ChampagneTenderness Look at all these vultures circling around, waiting for a chance to feast on our every move. It's like they have nothing better to do with their lives.