After giving the glasses to her masters, Ava turned again to watch the strange girl dance. It was almost hypnotic, along with the music playing along, it was almost hard to breathe with she watched. She was absolutely speechless. The way the music and the dance of the girl seemed to flow and move in perfect harmony, it was amazing, as the dance ended and the party goers began to clap, Ava looked over at her masters. They appeared unimpressed, maybe as a way to contain their dignity. But it was obvious that the dance affected them, maybe even scared them, by the way their pupils were blown to full size and their hands seemed to shake as they nonchalantly clapped with the crowd. 

They continued to chat amongst themselves for a bit, until a familiar face appeared to them. Ava knew about all the people her masters invested in, and this man was one of them. Ava tried to hold back her distrusting and disgusted expression. This man was a total suck up, she could tell by the way he very quickly changed tactics from when he was walking to when he was talking to her masters. Her masters were not very wise people, however, and as soon as he bowed they were falling all over him. Metaphorically speaking. 

Her masters loved being praised, and being bowed to, and as soon as the strange man began to talk they seemed to be under his influence. They hanged off every word he said. Her mistress fanned her wrinkled face, as if suddenly overcome by an extreme heat. "Oh Sir, you flatter me. We have been here for the longest time without any sort of company! And I was just telling my husband..." Since the conversation was clearly not about her, Ava looked off, no longer caring about what was being said.

She glanced around her masters legs, smiling up at the slave by the mans side.