Red Beneath Sheets of White || CLOSED
Elaborate just scratched the surface for Athena’s tastes, especially with parties. It had to be something from a fairy tale and beyond. Crystal chandeliers, glasses of endless champagne, music from a full orchestra. Godiva could not help but feel out of place as she stepped slowly down the stairs among the throng of other guests, her pearl white mask shielding her blue eyes, tattooed wings slightly exposed to her pure white dress. The sleeves adorned in rhinestones as they exposed most of her chest, the fabric draping elegantly around her waist to the floor. It was certainly the nicest dress she had worn for at least the last few decades.
The warlock carefully stepped onto the last step and glanced around the endless sea of people conversing, laughing, drinking well into the night. The small Salem girl felt very out of place at such functions, having grown up in poverty and living under simple means since. Little did she know, the mistress of the hour did not lurk too far behind.
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