On a warm summer evening, a penthouse bar was filled to the brim with rich socialites, politicians, artists, musicians, business men and anyone else rich enough or important enough to get an invitation. Money were being collected for some purpose or the other. Someones campaign for senate or some needing foundation. To most of the people there it truly didn't matter. Among the party goes were the Westmoreland twins. Never having to work a day in their life, the twins spent most of their days at gathering like these. Usually they would empty the bar before heading out, but this time they had something more in mind.<br/><br/>Amanda Westmoreland, the oldest twin by a matter of seconds, clicked her high heels across the room with a glass of champaigne in her hand. Her form fitting red dress stood out in the crowd of black tuxedos as well as matching her long blonde hair. She approached her sibling and asked with a smile. "Do you see anyone you like? I am sure there are more than a few who could satisfy our needs" she smiled, her red lips glistening.<br/><br/>A few hours earlier she had been preparing with her twin, carefully picking out every part of their outfits. From earrings to dress all the way down to the underwear. "I am so happy that you want this" she had said as they talked of their plan.