She wasn't here for the food, or for rubbing shoulders with the high and mighty (or well, she was, but that could wait). No, what she was really here for, was a party - and nothing said party quite like a dance floor. It was alluring, even if it was a little miserable. More people needed to dance, clearly.

Even without a dance partner, Olympia wasn't perturbed, the Aussie stood at the edge of the space hips swinging to the music, her gaze sweeping her immediate vicinity to see who she might be able to wrangle into dancing with her. Honestly, bachelors, where were you?