@theroyaledward
The dance floor was Layla’s favourite place to be at any good party, and tonight, despite it being a serious Society human auction, was no different. As soon as she had the opportunity to dance the night away with a glass of wine in hand, a true test of Layla’s coordination, she was there.
As Layla moved through the crowd, swaying to the beat, she noticed Edward on the outskirts near the appetizers and made her way over to him. “So, you a fan of human date night auctions or a fan of shrimp? Personally, I’m team shrimp,” Layla said as she plopped one into her mouth. “May I please have this dance?” Layla asked Edward with a bright smile.

















