Like a migration of admirers, craftsmen and artists to a single point of reference, the grand annual gala at the Jar'Kai art museum was being held in the luxury of a high class staging to promote crafted art, as well as donated beauty. Lavish decor laced with the finest of holographic technology made for a splendid multi-level party that catered to the rich, the connected, and those who wanted nothing more than to embarrass them out of their squandered credits and idolized trophies of fame and fortune. The planet's well-to-do sipping bubbly and brandy alike while feasting on the rare exotic treats of spice melons, and miniature crustacean paste on crackers while they observed art and rubbed elbows with those of similar social status. Among them artists were standing by their works chatting up the prospective buyers while the sycophantic smiles pandered some of the notable critics jotting down quotes on their datapads.
Among this crowd were the lesser noticed, and ubiquitous litany of servers sporting white raiment of coat and jacket alike and holding aloft trays of silver boasting the food and drink of the occasion. Among the rampant movements of social ladder climbers, they moved in and out offering the morsels and drinks to those who flagged them down with a subtle wave or shift of the eyes. One of the less properly shaped, and yet fitted with a smoldering devil-may-care gaze was Ezekiel who moved from sentient to person alike doing the duty of his played part. The renegade stare and knowing gaze left various people (mostly women) giving him a second once over and whispering in various tones when he'd part company.
Among the treasures of each room and floor of the gala, he'd passed by many times a particular point of interest. The blond. She stood out among the rest, and he'd seen her a few times here and there, edging ever close to hear bits of conversation. Though she was just a passing fancy, as the more intriguing spectacle was the hover-bike docked on a rotating stage drum that allowed the viewer to gaze in awe at the high class shine of the vehicle. The SDK Saddleback was a limited run machine that had been donated to the museum for it's excellent showmanship and quality of work. It was one of the fastest bikes on the market, and certainly turned more than a few heads. That was the main attraction, and that was his target.