The evening of the tenth, the Hilda Garde arrives at the Castle of Sen Riqeaux. Kuja strolls past the guards, bearing an invitation, and makes his way, of course, to the dining room. A bottle of wine in hand- a fine old vintage he'd purchased, after the Amontillapo caper.

He'd taken care, too, to prepare for the evening. The formal affair he'd worn to the banquet, all those months ago. All that remained was for his 'date' to arrive. Doubtless it would be an extremely interesting evening. If, quite likely, a brief one.