Poprockz
The perverted lady
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"I hardly think you're concerned about bad manners," she jested with raised eyebrows and a smile, gaining control of her faculties again now that she wasn't so frazzled.
After she had walked through the swirling void, she presented their tickets to the vampire taking tickets from guests. He took them and nodded, giving them two brochures. "These outline the events for the evening, my good sir and lady. Please partake in the food and merriment."
The both of them nodded and walked deeper into the foyer, eventually passing through the door to the ballroom itself. The Ballroom was enormous and grand- guests wearing dresses of every color twirled and danced around the floor while other guests chatted near the refreshment tables. There were glasses of wine set out, but both the elf and fairy knew that it probably wasn't wine. However, there was also regular food. It seemed that even vampires enjoyed eating even though they didn't need to.
An elevated throne stood at the back of the ballroom, opposite the entrance. There was only one chair, and it was occupied by a very regal looking man. He was wearing a red dress-coat with gold trim. The black-polished nails on his hands were longer than one would normally have, but they weren't outrageously long. He was sitting sideways in the throne, his legs hanging over the side of the arm-rest.
The long silvery-white hair he had was perfectly straight, but was tied into a ponytail. His red eyes looked bored as he lounged, not even a hint of a smile on his lips. In fact, it almost looked like he was sulking.
Twinkletoes thought to herself how funny it was that the vampire lord was sulking like an angsty teen on his throne. She looked at Nightblade and giggled, going onto her tip-toes. "Someone's not enjoying their own party," she whispered into his ear, amused. "I'm so angsty, but it's not a phase, mom!" she added in another whisper, unable to resist making a joke. No one else had heard her over the hum of conversations and music, and she was sure no one noticed.
She giggled again at her own joke and glanced back at the throne; he was gone. He was probably mingling or maybe he skipped out, she figured.
Twinkletoes opened her brochure and scanned the page. Her eyes widened in excitement as she pointed to one of the lines on the page. "Look, the concubines are performing in about 45 minutes. When they do, we'll be able to identify which one is Trixie. Then when they're done, we can go backstage and get her. They dance again later in the night, so they'll definitely be hanging out backstage."
After she had walked through the swirling void, she presented their tickets to the vampire taking tickets from guests. He took them and nodded, giving them two brochures. "These outline the events for the evening, my good sir and lady. Please partake in the food and merriment."
The both of them nodded and walked deeper into the foyer, eventually passing through the door to the ballroom itself. The Ballroom was enormous and grand- guests wearing dresses of every color twirled and danced around the floor while other guests chatted near the refreshment tables. There were glasses of wine set out, but both the elf and fairy knew that it probably wasn't wine. However, there was also regular food. It seemed that even vampires enjoyed eating even though they didn't need to.
An elevated throne stood at the back of the ballroom, opposite the entrance. There was only one chair, and it was occupied by a very regal looking man. He was wearing a red dress-coat with gold trim. The black-polished nails on his hands were longer than one would normally have, but they weren't outrageously long. He was sitting sideways in the throne, his legs hanging over the side of the arm-rest.
The long silvery-white hair he had was perfectly straight, but was tied into a ponytail. His red eyes looked bored as he lounged, not even a hint of a smile on his lips. In fact, it almost looked like he was sulking.
Twinkletoes thought to herself how funny it was that the vampire lord was sulking like an angsty teen on his throne. She looked at Nightblade and giggled, going onto her tip-toes. "Someone's not enjoying their own party," she whispered into his ear, amused. "I'm so angsty, but it's not a phase, mom!" she added in another whisper, unable to resist making a joke. No one else had heard her over the hum of conversations and music, and she was sure no one noticed.
She giggled again at her own joke and glanced back at the throne; he was gone. He was probably mingling or maybe he skipped out, she figured.
Twinkletoes opened her brochure and scanned the page. Her eyes widened in excitement as she pointed to one of the lines on the page. "Look, the concubines are performing in about 45 minutes. When they do, we'll be able to identify which one is Trixie. Then when they're done, we can go backstage and get her. They dance again later in the night, so they'll definitely be hanging out backstage."