Honestly? Diva could care less about how strangers are treated. It isn't as if she doesn't find herself receiving the short end of the stick because of her Submissive designation from time to time, she's just gotten used to it. The fuss this particular man is beginning to make however grabs her attention, if only because, well, she thinks he's pretty.

It's really all she needs to step in and intervene.

"Oh so sorry, but our Dominant's been looking for us! You'll have to pick someone else."

The grip she has on his wrist is strong, so much so he won't be able to wiggle away as she drags him through the crowd that had begun to form, ignoring the mutterings from the stall runner who, eventually, turns to drag the next Submissive that crosses their path into their scheme.

It's only when she's pulled him far enough away from the commotion that she lets go and turns to smile up at him, fangs on display.

"You ought to be more careful in this place, y'know."