Post by Arianne of Amyklai on Jun 8, 2013 8:00:29 GMT -7
The thing about hosting parties was that one had to be the first one there. If not, people tended to think that there wasn’t a party at all. It wasn’t Ari’s style to be early but there were some things that one had to do to have fun. To be honest, this was a small price to pay because she liked having control over things, choosing who to invite, kicking out those that were ruining her day and all that. She owned the top two floors of the apartment building, and while she resided in the penthouse, the floor directly below was converted into a very modern, nice party room that was now brimming with all kinds of downworlders.
There was loud music playing and there were lights of all colors flashing and people talking. She’d seen a good number of fey and werewolves; the vampires were probably going to come soon – once the sun outside had completely set. There was a lively atmosphere in the air, making her even more elated as she grabbed a very pink cocktail from the bar, winking and blowing a kiss to the bartender playfully.
Tonight, Ari’s clothing theme was black and pink. Her dark brown hair was streaked through with bright pink highlights, a jeweled hair-comb keeping her bangs away from her face and allowing the soft locks to fall down around her shoulders. Her succubus blood was thrumming tonight, feeding off the high sexual tension in some areas of the room and feeding it into her own aura and turning heads of the males wherever she passed. She loved all this attention stuff. Absolutely wonderful. Tonight she was wearing a sequined pink halter top stopping a couple of inches above her belly, leaving the smooth, tanned skin bared to the world and a black leather mini-skirt. A black choker with a single diamond rested around her neck and she walked around in black gladiator sandals.
Affy wasn’t with her tonight – not when she was in this mood. The puppy was upstairs in her apartment, catching the sleep that she deserved while Ari was up to party – and get laid if possible. Of course it was possible; she just happened to be picky with men. Now then, what were the possibilities? Leaning against a counter top, Ari took a sip of her cocktail, lips curving at the slight burn. What would she find tonight?
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