Missing Cat - Envy motivates

A party she hadn't really wanted to go too, and now roped into a search for a missing feline, had her wife not been there on duty that night, Kaczor would have already bowed out to go find some form of debauchery she could still indulge in, since sex with random strangers, and top much alcohol or drugs were off the table. She sipped, most of the evening, making sure to not let herself drink too much to go to her head. They where there, in the home of the Archon, in the middle of.. no where Kaczor wanted to be caught off guard -- it simply would not do to get thrown back into prison for another year of hell, being forced to live without her magic. No, never again would she be parted from the feeling of being able to defend herself, fully, capably, against any man or woman.

A year being leered at and forced to grow a beard had been enough, thank you, so allowing herself even to get caught with anything more than her usual vivacious flirty persona wouldn't do. Yes, hello, mage here to do her civic duty and help search for the poor lost kitty, now, am I to assume that all the doors to where the poor thing was allowed to roam were locked so that a guest couldn't mistakenly let one of the babies loose in the party, yes?

She smiled gently up to the older bastard thst was the Archon, imagining her father instead, her father, someone she would sass, lovingly, but not want to throw a fireball at for reasons, And a follow up to that, please, if we need to scour the grounds, what is this little angel's name, and do they respond to it in a higher lilt, or are they more accustomed to your own lovely barritone?

Kaczor's manicured nails played with the cuff of her jacket, wishing now she hadn't worn the ridiculous tuxedo gown and went for something more streamlined like her normal three pieces, the comfort of loose slacks and something she could appropriately fight in instantly and acutely needed, now that she may have painted a large target on her back.