Masquerade
Xzeno followed her, dumbfounded. His hands, his whole body, were now feline. He was now convinced that felines had orchestrated this entire ordeal. As he followed his partner to the dance floor, he looked around the room. It was true, felines did have superior vision to his species, though colors were slightly muted. None of the dancers appeared to be packing heat, nor were their any guards. Xzeno noticed that they were packing keys, however. Keys he probably needed for some sick reason. He danced rather clumsily, due to his lack of practice. He did have a slight advantage due to his now more dexterous body. As he tried to figure out what kind of dance they were doing, (fortunately, it was fairly simple) he remembered that felines were supposed to be able to see auras of living beings for a short time, even through walls, like X-ray vision. He squinted. Nothing. It was useless, he didn't even know what muscle to flex. He slowly picked up on the dance, and quickly ran through ideas. He could try to steal keys, but he wasn't really good at that. He could get her to work with him, but how would they get other keys? Besides, she was a feline, the enemy. He figured violence was out of the question, so most of his plans were strait out. Wait, I've got it! I can pretend to fumble with my feet and "accidentally" trip her. Then, I make like I will help her up, then stomp a mud puddle in her chest!* Damn! That won't work! Maybe he could use feline "magic". Why the felines chose to attribute their psychic abilities to some form of arcane art rather then traditional mind-sciences** was beyond him. His partner spun away from him, and he was no closer to getting a key. Xzeno sought out a new partner. He then realized that the creatures at this ball were not just felines, but... all sorts of abominations. He chose a canine female as his next dance partner, simply for the irony, sick as it may be. As he danced, he looked at the back wall. He kept starring in the hopes that she would look to see what he was looking at. This did not work. Xzeno then decided to try convincing her. "Lovely ball, isn't it?" he said. She nodded vaguely. "You are a good dancer." he said.
"You aren't." she replied smugly.
"Err... you have pretty eyes?" he said.
"You're really reaching," she said, "but take this key, I fear it will be the only one you can get." And with that, she went off to find a competent partner. Proof that canines are morally superior to felines! Thought Xzeno, though he was only kidding. He selected an unobservant looking bovine creature as his next partner, with the intent to steal her key. They both danced rather clumsily, and Xzeno had many opportunities to nick her key. He took none of them. He felt a sort of kinship with the cow, as neither could dance very well. He sighed and went to get a drink. He poured himself a glass of wine, and looked for a potential target. He noticed that the princess had five keys on each arm, but as he was about to go for her, she was picked up by some fox thing with goofy ears. He moved on. He finished his punch and moved on to a new partner. A horse, of course. He danced for a while, and then offered to get her some wine. She accepted the offer. He brought her a glass of whatever he happened to pour, he wasn't paying attention, and gave it to her. As she took the wine, he tried to pilfer her key. He sort of missed, but she didn't appear to notice his movement. She thanked him for the wine and handed him her empty glass. To his surprise, a key was at the bottom. How it got there was beyond him. He figured that he seemed to be getting farther through altruism then theft, so he would try being more flirtatious. He began to dance with a new partner, and attempted to flirt with her. At first it went okay, but soon he ran out of things to say. He could have spent hours talking about Dudgeon Quest, but could not think of any polite banter. "Seen any good movies lately?" asked Xzeno, getting desperately. She just looked at him quizzically. He sighed and tried to execute one of the spin-things the other dancers seemed to do every once in a while. Fortunately, his partner was not a bumbling fool. As she spun, Xzeno idlely snatched at her key. He some how knocked it off her wrist, and immediately went after it, leaving the other dancer to wonder why he suddenly vanished. He retrieved the key, feeling rather proud of himself. He would steal another key. Stealing or trying to steal keys appeared to be the only way to success. Xzeno began talking to his next victim, a shifty-looking fox, in the hopes of distracting her. "How shall you be?" he asked, using the aliens future-tense greeting. The present and past tense greetings so popular with other beings were strange to his species. "I've been fine." said the fox, slightly confused.
"Oh, right, well that's good. Do you like to dance?" said Xzeno, remembering that he should just consider all these beings felines for the purposes of customs.
"Clearly." she said.
"Oh. What do you do?" asked Xzeno to distract her.
She laughed. "You're funny!" she said. Xzeno was immediately curious. He said nothing funny. Why did she laugh? Did she change the subject on purpose? What ever her game was, Xzeno would most certainly not play ball. "What do you do for a living?" he asked without hesitation.
"I... make shoes." she said.
"How's that workin' out for ya?" asked Xzeno.
"That was why I was embarrassed to tell you. It is rather bad work. The pay is little and the work is long." she said hesitantly.
"Yet you have a nice dress and are at this ball." said Xzeno. He thought: This is like interrogation. Well, Federation interrogation. If I was really a feline there would be a lot more screaming right about now.
"Yes, I do." she said in a matter a fact way. Xzeno was now so caught up in this little mystery that he nearly forgot the key.
"And how did you come to have this dress?" he said.
"Who are you." she asked.
"The king of my race." said Xzeno.
"Really?" she asked.
"You lie, I lie." he said, shrugging.
"Will you go lie to someone else if I give you what you want?" she said, exasperated.
"Might could happen." said Xzeno, excepting the key and going along his way. The ball seemed to be coming to a close now. No! Xzeno needed more keys! How could he have only gotten four keys? He was doomed. Or maybe he only needed one, and this key thing was just a distraction. He swore and did the only thing he could: wait.
*Alright, 100 life-achievement points if you catch the reference.
**This one is easy. Ten life-achievement points for this reference.
This didn't work out as well as I hoped. It was like, 90% filler.