Belladona glared at the man's back hoping he would feel the icy daggers. She drank his drink, ignoring those scrambling around her trying to make her feel better. She did not like being told no. He would become hers. Everyone will be hers soon. What made her angrier is he took one of her girls. She didn't like sharing, especially with what would be one of her new toys.<br/><br/>She turned to Marcel. "I'm bored."<br/><br/>"Would you care for a dance?"<br/><br/>She beamed at him, making his hand falter as he held it out to her. She took his hand and they went to the dance floor.  While dancing she plotted how she would get back at the man and how she would make him, like everyone else, become hers.