Post by Inia on May 27, 2017 18:42:38 GMT -6
Silent
Death
She's on the dark side
Low bass
Slow mood.
Pulsing crowd.
Soft female vocals shifting through the music.
“Please could you stay awhile to share my grief...”
A shift in the VIP box, undetected by the patrons below as the Queen of this deathly hallow leered over the substantially drugged out and oblivious civilians, mixed with her legion. She tapped her long black nails in a row quickly on the metal bar that her hip rest again, raising a glass of amber liquid to her lips and downing it in a gulp. She held the glass out and her body guard was there to take it and to supply a cigarette to the outstretched hand in the same motion, her attention still on the writhing forms below.
“...The blackness of darkness forever...”
The VIP box was cloaked in dark red velvet drapes and black leather chairs and couches; the floor a black and white alternating zig zag tile, pristine. A few fellow patrons were present, as she opened it to the public when she wasn’t conducting business. These patrons were still wary of the guards that watched Inia’s movements, making sure she was safe. Though, honestly, they were there mostly for show. She could handle whatever came forward.
“...And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey...”
The cigarette seemed to light itself as she brought it to her lips, dragging on it deeply before removing it again and billowing smoke from her black lips, shifting and leaning against the bar as she popped out a hip slightly. The lights on the dance floor shifted to a red, reflecting in her white irises slightly.
It was nice to have some time off.
