And one fairy heard that tonight they have a special guest~

What sort of special guest?

It's a surpriiiiiise!

(Sigh.)

Peter continues to party, just enough so as to not be suspicious.

There is music, a cacophony of it, and dancing, in the air and upside down and there are water tanks for those who prefer it. The Queen is sitting in her throne, behind curtains, visible as a shadow even taller than Dear Kind Sweetness.

And then the guest surprise arrives: a girl, looking absolutely entranced and giggling and blushing as a very attractive male fairy leads her and flirts with her.

Fuck.

Peter observes what they are doing to her... sometimes they don't do permanent damage.

They're playing and partying and she's getting more male attention. She blushes even more furiously when one of her suitors is wearing only body paint and jewellery. The others get jealous and start stripping naked, too.

They start inviting her to dance with them, but she seems way too embarrassed to do it, and then mesmerised by the fairies who're already doing it.

Peter takes a deep breath and turns the charm up and invites her to dance.

The fairies around her (and around them) look at him, ranging between confused and affronted.

"Ermmm," she says, still blushing violently and grinning. "...are you a fairy? Where are your wings?" she asks. The only person she can look in the face seems to be him.

"No and I don't have them. Come on, let's dance, it's going to be fun."

She looks at all the intimidatingly attractive and intimidatingly intimidating fairies... and nods, taking his hand.

They dance. "So, how did you come to... meet this interesting social group?"

Everyone else continues dancing... but they're watching Peter, and the music grows a bit quieter. The Queen is—as much as can be identified through the veil—looking at them intently.

The girl doesn't notice any of this, though. "Oh, I just—tripped and fell? And ended up here, and everyone was so helpful. And, um, pretty." Blush. "I'm Cindy, by the way."

"Call me Peter," he says, ignoring all this staring. "First time meeting fairies?" That she knows of.

"Well, fairies don't exist, right? Just like Santa, or the Easter Bunny, or whatever. Except then they do and there are so many and they're all so different and so pretty..."

"Yeah, so very pretty," like poisonous animals that announce it by being brightly colored. "You sure must have heard things about the fair folk."

"Sure, everyone knows stories, but which of them are true? They're not even consistent."

"Gosh, there are so many stories even when you exclude Disney and - ironically - fairy tales. Which stories have you heard?"

Peter is leading her while they dance.

"I don't think I remember any particular stories. Fairies, you know, like nature, and fly, and live forever, and like playing games..."

Peter makes a so-so gesture. "They are really hedonistic and can be quite intense about it. I would recommend starting... slow."

"I am dancing with you, aren't I?" she says archly. "Yeah, I got that, they were very..." She blushes again. "Um, pretty. It was a bit overwhelming."

"Yeah, and you need someone that knows how to be just right, so you can enjoy yourself."

She giggles. "Oh, and you're that someone?"