His parties - carefully planned, themed, and, in this case, incredibly well advertised - were well known around certain parts of campus. And yes, most of the time, Lev kept his parties (parties, not orgies, no one was expected to participate if they didn’t want to, and socializing with clothes on was perfectly fine, if rare, thank you very much) semi small, with a well vetted guest list, and attendance rarely raised beyond forty or so people, but this time - well, it was halloween, and he was a lust demon. So why not open it to anyone who cared to join from the university itself? It wasn’t like he didn’t have the room after all - the benefits of being a bit further than the university meant he’d gotten his hands on a house set back into a private piece of land, private and large enough not to disturb anyone when things got loud. So here he was, on the night of, heels on, ears on his head, lace choker around his throat, w”andering around the house, not having fallen in with any one person or group yet, until he spotted a face he hadn’t realized had arrived. “Well, hello there, did you slip in while my back was turned?















