"Kagura," Beatrice repeated, "That's a pretty name."
The skuntank's eyes widened, and her cheeks reddened slightly, at the eeveelution's words. It was rare that anyone ever complimented her on anything besides the power of her poison jab, and even that tiny compliment was uncommon.
"Sucks to be a poison type, dating wise, am I right?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, course it does," Kagura replied, "It's even worse if you're, y'know, a member of my species. I can't find anyone of my own species who I like, and no other poison type, or even pokemon, will date me. They think I'm some kind of living stink bomb."
"I feel you," Beatrice said miserably, "Other iveon are such bores. They're either too busy feeling sorry for themselves because of the fact that they're iveon, or they already have partners. That, and no other pokemon will even give me a chance, since they think that I'll accidentally poison them every time we kiss."
Kagura was pleasantly surprised to find another poison type here. Better yet, one who she seemed to have a lot in common with.
She looked behind her at the dance, which was still in full swing. Maybe, just maybe...
"Would you, perhaps... Like to dance?" Beatrice suddenly enquired.
Kagura smiled. She'd beaten her to it. "Sure I would," she said happily, as Beatrice lead her to where the kricketune were playing their song.