m<a class="postlink" href="http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af219/lizz-marie/1510176-bigthumbnail.jpg">http://i1009.photobucket.com/albums/af2 ... mbnail.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Belladona Wolfe loved walking around at night. She loved seeing the stars. Walking around Los Angeles was so different than walking around back at home in Scotland. She had chosen to come here because of all the stories and rumours. Scotland had become boring, and "The City of Angels", as ironic as the name is, seemed like a place where she could have a lot of fun and add to her collections.<br/><br/>As Belladona giggled at a pair of drunks fighting she noticed she was getting a lot of looks.  Stopping she looked at herself in the dark reflection of a store window. She looked as if she were 12, which was a good few years off her true age. Not that she minded, she found it made it easier to get what she wanted. She could look older if she chose, but her porcelain skin and small stature, only 5'2" made it easy to play the innocent child. Today she was wearing her long golden hair straight with a bow clipped to the back of her head. A pale blue and black lolita fashion dress adorned her petite body. She wore torn up black stockings and high heels that gave her an extra 3 inches to her height.<br/><br/>Not that playing the innocent child always worked. There were quite a few times that she had to make herself look older. It all depended on the person she was trying to win over.  Not that she has ever had any trouble. Born and raised in Scotland, she was always dotted on and given everything she wanted by her family and their servants. This practice went on while she was at private school. The boys would always buy her gifts in hopes she would choose them and the girls would give her presents as a way to be in her favour.<br/><br/>Now that she is an adult, she found playing innocent still works best in getting what she wants, so she sticks to the Japanese fashion called Lolita. She will dress in adult clubbing outfit, which works almost as well.<br/>Smiling, she continued walking until a man came up and stopped her.<br/><br/>"What's a cutie like you doing here?" the man asked in a think New York accent. He was tall and solid built with shaggy, dirty blonde hair. He smiled, showing dimples on a clean shaven face. The man looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties.<br/><br/>Belladona batted her lashes and smiled, "I'm looking for a good place to have some drinks." She stated in her best aristocratic voice.  "I may look young, but I am 21."<br/><br/>"I never doubted it. You don't walk like a child." He held up his hands in a defensive gesture.  "Well, I know a great place to have some drinks. Follow me."<br/><br/>She eyed him and started walking.  They finally got to a club called "The Crypt". They walked in, the bouncer moving out of the way and allowing them in.<br/><br/>"You don't have to wait in line?" She asked.<br/><br/>"Not when you're close friends with basically every bouncer in town."<br/><br/>Belladona smiled. She was going to make sure this man became hers. He would be a great addition to her collection. "So, what is your name?"<br/><br/>"Marcel Ladak at your service." He bowed and smiled. "So, is that a Scottish accent I hear?" He asked as he brought her to the bar.<br/><br/>"It is." she replied, moving around a large man in an Eastern military outfit. "I'll have a sex on the beach please." She sat down, flattened her dress and smiled at the bartender while she showed her her I.D. card. "My name is Belladona Wolfe. A pleasure meeting you."