The Royal Ball

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The grand hall of the palace was filled with cryptids of all kinds talking amongst themselves, court politics were pushed to the side to make space for familiar chatter. Staff, dressed in plain white uniforms, moved through the crowds swiftly, refilling drings and carrying trays of hors d'oeurves. Majority of the staff were betas, for the simple fact that betas had little to no scent, however there were a few omegas on staff for the calming effect of their scent.