While the notion of leaving Mr. Iago’s clothes behind had been a split second choice of bemusement and indulgent fun, the reality of a fully naked man emerging before her was a completely different concept that Beryl had not really given proper thought to in the heat of the moment decision. She'd merely wanted to toy with the man, not become the toy herself. The Slytherin alumni had never ever witnessed such a sight before in her life, and the view broke her normally refined composure that she wore at all times. She was speechless. In no world had she been expecting him to parade about fearlessly. No, rather, Beryl had expected great laughs from a man cowering embarrassingly in some askew bushes for cover. But this... where was one even supposed to look?! Her eyes focused onto his green ones as best they could before glancing down almost out of pure curious reflex and then hurriedly darting back up only to then divert away towards the bushes. A slight heat slowly crept along her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose and Beryl suddenly found herself beyond glad that the evening's darkness was starting to settle in. A fact that would hopefully hide the embarrassing reality of her obvious childish reaction. She should have just tossed him back into the bushes like the child’s snake he was.

As Mr. Iago spoke and advanced towards her, Beryl attempted to force herself back into some sense of composure. Although it was without notice to her that her heart was now beating quite a bit faster then it normally would. “It’s not my fault you were the fool that needed to dramatically dismount an overlooking terrace.” Her brow furrowed as she tossed the blame back towards him, burrowing deep eyes into him stubbornly as he began to trace her down her jawline. It was a gesture that mixed with his words had Beryl’s heart start to race faster. It felt dangerous. Hell, it was dangerous. “And what I had desired was simply some relief from playing the part of my mothers daughter. You were the one who stepped into my court the second you followed me out onto that terrace.” His breath was sliding warmly down her already flushed face, but pride kept Beryl firmly in place, eyes unfaltering as she refused to let even step back from the man's threatening behavior.

Narrowing her gaze at him and his words, Beryl let out the softest of breathed chuckles after he tried to sound holier than thou with his advice towards boundaries one might not be prepared to cross. It was one that he was only even capable of hearing because of the fraction of distance that barely separated them. “Don’t talk to me like you have even the slightest of clues of what boundaries I should be pushing.” She angrily breathed the whisper back his way before boldly taking a small step forward towards the naked disappointment. “And snakes?” Beryl mused, annoyance still laced into her tone as her lips now tickled his human ear as she ever so slightly went onto her tippy toes to reach. “I’ve spent my whole life being suffocated by them.” Considering Mr. Iago was in attendance there was no way he didn’t have some semblance of how the average Wixeldorf carried themselves. “You’re nothing.” Beryl’s nose wrinkled as she bitterly breathed out the words. A social climbing snake was quite possibly the least of her concerns.

The sight of Mr. Iago unabashedly striding back towards his clothes left Beryl glaring off in his direction. What had started as a breath of fresh air and escape from a noisy ballroom, had somehow managed to turn into quite possibly the biggest disappointment of the night. Something he'd promised her he wouldn't dare do. She’d desired entertainment after a night's worth of the mundane, excitement, and while Mr. Iago had solely piqued her interests because of her mothers open disdain for the man, it wasn’t without frustration that he was the one leaving her feeling like her night had been ruined. Huffing in the man’s general direction for a final time, Beryl stepped through the maze as she considered finding one of the gazebo’s to hide out at for the rest of the evening. That was until her bat out of hell mother came stomping up to her, stepping through rare flowers and snapping them under her feet as she had no care for using the garden’s pathways.

“Get back in there right now you disappointment!” Her mother grabbed at her wrist with one hand while lifting her other to audibly strike down on her in one swift motion. “Eighteen years and you still can’t even exist properly! How in the world you can come from me and still not be a proper young lady is beyond me!” Glaring into her mothers clearly intoxicated and glossed over eyes, Beryl didn’t utter a single word in response. Choosing instead to just silently channel her hatred in her mothers direction. “You even have the snakes of society speaking poorly of you off their lips!” Spit flew onto Beryl’s face as her mother’s glazed eyes examined the Wixeldorf gardens for any sign of movement from a second party. When they returned to her daughter however, it seemed her alcohol soaked brain was disconnecting from the flow of her own words as she shrieked with rage. “Didn’t I tell you to get back inside?!”

Marching the length back up to the terraces staircase, Beryl walked in silence, her tiny hands scrunched up in embittered rage over the whole night’s turn around. She’d merely wanted to find some form of relief from this already suffocating debutante lifestyle. Who would have thought that the correct play in the end would have been to continue listening to some French twat drone on and on about himself?

Stepping back into the lavishly decorated ballroom it was with great displeasure that Beryl felt the wave of party going noise hit her like a wave of pain. So this was it was it? Her new life of being displayed like some kind of creature being auctioned off for her cow of a mothers pleasure. Glancing around the room, Beryl noticed that Mr. Iago appeared to have settled himself right back into the grand affair. Of course he had though. This kind of event was filled with all the kinds of people he probably wished he could be. Flicking her eyes back towards the balcony’s doors, Beryl watched as her mother reentered, smiles and grace ushering her every movement as if she hadn’t just been a raging behemoth just moments ago.

Clenching her jaw, Beryl narrowed her eyes back onto Mr. Iago and advanced straight towards him. He wasn't the only one wishing for a different life that night, and there was no way in hell she wasn't going to take him down with her after his act earlier. As she walked, Beryl could feel the inquisitive pairs of eyes following her as she made her way across the ballroom floor, and once she managed to close the distance she offered out a small, delicate hand to the social climbing pariah. “I believe you offered to do anything for me earlier this evening Mr. Iago.” Her smile was proper, although a devilish smirk played at the edges as she tossed his opening words from that evening back at him. “I’d love a dance.” Brown eyes stayed locked into his green ones as Beryl didn’t even need to humor herself with a glance back towards her mother who was probably beside herself with disbelief at the scene. There were far too many guests in attendance for her to say anything or even break them apart without causing an even bigger scene after all. It was a victory that breathed new life back into Beryl as the deepening red mark her mother had left her with moments ago ached, now appearing as though the young debutante had vastly uneven blush.