02-18-2020, 10:25 PM
Rena smoothed her dress, a tight, black, mini cap sleeveless gown, raven hair in a complicated french braid down her back. A silver plated Roma necklace, with what appeared to be coins hanging off it, circled her neck, while the slightest shaded wing of blue grew from her sapphire eyes. She curled her ruby red lips in a smile as she took in Kallisti.
Lyra wore a burgundy red baby doll dress, and purple Doc Martins. Her auburn hair piled high in elaborate curls except for the locks that appeared randomly to hang low and frame her face. An emerald green laced choker circled her neck, highlighting the bright green in her eyes.
A few heads turned- quite the feat given the exquisitely beautiful woman dancing on the stage in various stages of undress. The room felt warm and inviting, beckoning them in, to take their place among the beautiful people.
Rena couldn't keep her heart from racing with delight. Sometimes she felt like she was living in a dream. Parties and catwalks, the finest clothes, the wonderful food and drink. Mingling with said beautiful people. Sometimes she wondered if she would suddenly wake in her old bed in that ratty apartment she had shared with Nina, stomach still grumbling, wondering what she was going to eat today. Other times, it felt like that life had been the dream and she had finally awakened.
But no...she did not want that. She had loved her parents and still missed them. Missed Nina too. She didn't expect Nina would like it here. This kind of place- well, Rena's whole life, really- was not her scene. Still, she wonderded how her sister was. What she was doing.
The pulse of the music drew her back to the present. A casual survey and then a nod at the bar. The man behind it was very attractive. Which made complete sense. The owners made sure that a person was surrounded by beauty at all times. "Let's try that." There were no girls there for Lyra- not yet anyway. But she could enjoy the show on the stage. She placed her clutch on the bar and sat down demurely, catch the bartender's eye. Not that she needed to. He knew his job. And she knew how both of them looked. Speaking low so he had to lean forward, "A Cosmopolitan, please." Lyra gave her order as well.
She turned slightly to watch everyone. They were just here to have fun, anyway. There was an interesting show going on at one table. Perhaps they should join them. While she didn't really lean in that direction, she enjoyed flirting with women. There were a few men at the bar as well, though none had, as of yet, done more than glance their way. Which was fine. She wasn't out to be hunted tonight.
Lyra wore a burgundy red baby doll dress, and purple Doc Martins. Her auburn hair piled high in elaborate curls except for the locks that appeared randomly to hang low and frame her face. An emerald green laced choker circled her neck, highlighting the bright green in her eyes.
A few heads turned- quite the feat given the exquisitely beautiful woman dancing on the stage in various stages of undress. The room felt warm and inviting, beckoning them in, to take their place among the beautiful people.
Rena couldn't keep her heart from racing with delight. Sometimes she felt like she was living in a dream. Parties and catwalks, the finest clothes, the wonderful food and drink. Mingling with said beautiful people. Sometimes she wondered if she would suddenly wake in her old bed in that ratty apartment she had shared with Nina, stomach still grumbling, wondering what she was going to eat today. Other times, it felt like that life had been the dream and she had finally awakened.
But no...she did not want that. She had loved her parents and still missed them. Missed Nina too. She didn't expect Nina would like it here. This kind of place- well, Rena's whole life, really- was not her scene. Still, she wonderded how her sister was. What she was doing.
The pulse of the music drew her back to the present. A casual survey and then a nod at the bar. The man behind it was very attractive. Which made complete sense. The owners made sure that a person was surrounded by beauty at all times. "Let's try that." There were no girls there for Lyra- not yet anyway. But she could enjoy the show on the stage. She placed her clutch on the bar and sat down demurely, catch the bartender's eye. Not that she needed to. He knew his job. And she knew how both of them looked. Speaking low so he had to lean forward, "A Cosmopolitan, please." Lyra gave her order as well.
She turned slightly to watch everyone. They were just here to have fun, anyway. There was an interesting show going on at one table. Perhaps they should join them. While she didn't really lean in that direction, she enjoyed flirting with women. There were a few men at the bar as well, though none had, as of yet, done more than glance their way. Which was fine. She wasn't out to be hunted tonight.