Post by Tai lee on Sept 4, 2009 0:20:26 GMT -5
Tai gracefully walked into the Enchanted Night club, shrugging off her coat and tossing it to some insignificant peon she saw standing by the door. She walked as if she were a model, not even noticing the bouncer and whatever he may have been, she just went right through. She was only to ready to start a fight and would love to harm anyone who would dare get in her way. The world was hers and the rules applied to the insignificant didn't apply to her. She was a fit into this world, the world of corruption, darkness and wild pleasures. A world where she did what she wanted when she wanted.
She saw her role in the Dark Lord's services as a means to an end. She was the Queen of the night. She rolled her eyes as she passed at all the little peons and their ridiculous clothes. It was sicking to see them all wear what she could only figure was the "in" thing this week. God forbid they ever have any minds of their own. Who would be stupid enough to think yellow looked good? Pathetic really!
Tai swished her jet black hair over her porcelain shoulder. She wasn't exactly here to meet a guy per se, just to possibly enjoy a few nightly pleasures. Voltaire hadn't been back and he hadn't been forth coming in pleasures either.
Tai was wearing her favorite leather pants, a black corset with red seams, around her neck she just had a black ribbon. her mother told her simplicity was far more evocative than the garish or gaudy. Her eyes were rimmed in a delicate black and a deep red lipstick.
Tai decided she could use a drink, she loved the feel of alcohol and dancing. It felt like an unseemly pleasure to dance and drink. She took a long sip of her drink and loved the burn of it down her throat. Deciding to look coy she took her drink to a red sofa that was along the dance floor. She sighed as she remembered that Voltaire had loved to dance and showed his skill willingly before on and off the dance floor...
Part of her wanted that part back in her life, a strong and heady male scent, his money and comfort too. She would have to bid her time however, so any well proportioned man would do for the moment. She crossed her legs seductively and waited to see if any trouble could start to brew, or if she could start any.
She saw her role in the Dark Lord's services as a means to an end. She was the Queen of the night. She rolled her eyes as she passed at all the little peons and their ridiculous clothes. It was sicking to see them all wear what she could only figure was the "in" thing this week. God forbid they ever have any minds of their own. Who would be stupid enough to think yellow looked good? Pathetic really!
Tai swished her jet black hair over her porcelain shoulder. She wasn't exactly here to meet a guy per se, just to possibly enjoy a few nightly pleasures. Voltaire hadn't been back and he hadn't been forth coming in pleasures either.
Tai was wearing her favorite leather pants, a black corset with red seams, around her neck she just had a black ribbon. her mother told her simplicity was far more evocative than the garish or gaudy. Her eyes were rimmed in a delicate black and a deep red lipstick.
Tai decided she could use a drink, she loved the feel of alcohol and dancing. It felt like an unseemly pleasure to dance and drink. She took a long sip of her drink and loved the burn of it down her throat. Deciding to look coy she took her drink to a red sofa that was along the dance floor. She sighed as she remembered that Voltaire had loved to dance and showed his skill willingly before on and off the dance floor...
Part of her wanted that part back in her life, a strong and heady male scent, his money and comfort too. She would have to bid her time however, so any well proportioned man would do for the moment. She crossed her legs seductively and waited to see if any trouble could start to brew, or if she could start any.