<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/bc/16/1a/bc161a0a07b52ef62c33c8f802a86583.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Soren<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cutting line<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her own bad self<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dressed to the nines, as per. (http://www.polyvore.com/sorens_attire/set?id=156972191)<br/><hr/><br/>A car the colour of an oil slick slid to a stop in front to Nocturne. The back passenger door opened with a whisper and a woman cloaked in supple leather slipped free from the vehicle. She barely touched the door and the sigh of high engineering signaled the door locking behind her before the car was gone with the baritone purr of a big cat. Her opalescent eyes scanned the line before they settled on the bulky figure of the bouncer and a smirk touched the corners of her black velvet lips.<br/><br/>The tiny woman on high-rise heels strode with a confidence that radiated with a glittering appeal. Each footfall was a stark bark that cut through the chatter and general noise of those unfortunate to still have to wait in line. Her lithe form swaggered with an allure that was bordering on dangerous, yet it exuded an attitude that gave her an air of being entirely unobtainable. She didn’t join the line of the gaggle of hopeful patrons, instead she made her way directly to the front, as she knew she was entitled to. Those matte jet lips parted slightly to reveal the bleached bone white of her teeth in a subtle, sensuous smile as her moonlit eyes settle on Viktor and her tiny hand was quick to settle on the titan’s forearm. She rose gracefully on her precarious platforms until she was almost en pointe to deliver a double cheek kiss with the gatekeeper to the club.<br/><br/>“Viktor, darling. A pleasure as always, how’s it looking tonight, sweetie?”<br/>