Demon attacks huh... Alisa did get a very strong feeling she'd be seeing more of those filthy demon beasts since her adventure in their home turf. She wouldn't really go there without a pretty damn strong reason to do so, and she couldn't get any higher than trying to help her pupil. But that did allow her to notice the hordes had the numbers to wage war if they so desired, even if it gave her no real clue as to when she might see happen. It came sooner than expected, and for all she knew thus far, Orchidia had been struck first, and survived.
"Hopefully I'll be there when the second one comes too.", mused the sculptress, drying her hair as she walked off the shower, slipping on a dark blue dress she'd only recently purchased, one of the many options she could have worn over the new years. A dress in Sinese style, even if the many sheer patches of exposed skin obviously boasted the Fiorian design, perfect for the party she'd soon attend, baring hints of her blue guild stamp and lacy black bra underneath.
For now, many in the city simply chose to party in celebration of a victory they hadn't won, merely survived, without even knowing when they'd have to survive another one...
"Instead of training or even preparing themselves...", the sculptres shook her head, rubbing her fingers under the edges of her cleavage, standing in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection as her generous chest jostled under any attempts to properly adjust the outfit. Tilting her head slightly, casually running a hand down that long raven hair, Alisa adjusted that too, and finally tugged the lower half of her garment, keeping most of the thigh baring creases about as symmetrical as she as she could. Until finally her smile widened as hand resting on her hip, let out a pleased hum as she twisted her body left and tight, admiring her shapely, curvaceous figure from various angle until she deemed herself thoroughly satisfied, "...Here they are throwing parties...", she sighed but immediately resigned herself, charmed by the sight of her own reflection to do anything but put on this ravishing blue dress and party along with them, "...Well, you can't unthrow a party, so might as well enjoy it~"
With that, Alisa walked out of her room, hand gracefully sliding over the railing as she stepped down the fight of stairs with an elegant sway of her hips and cool, confident smile on her face, peering wine red orbits taking in every inch of surroundings, wondering if she'd see anybody familiar.