<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/40/9d/f2409dc53aa5ba37af073747244a7a03.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cara Romero<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entry hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> A little black dress, black heels and a lace fox mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/c5/45/c3c5456536fe7b24d2428922e8a66008.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Trond, OPEN<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br/></span><hr/><br/>Cara padded barefoot along the hall that led from her rooms to the stairs, holding her shoes in one hand. Instead of entering the party, she slipped along the back of the room and got unseen to the sitting room where the bar had been set up. With a little tug on her dress to make sure her breasts wouldn't spill out, she bent over at the side of the bar and put her shoes on. The bartender waited patiently for her order when she straightened back up and she grinned like a cheshire cat.<br/><br/>"Lucas, do that weird one you made me and the girls last week, and to go!" She referenced a pool party she'd thrown last week, an all-girls one where tops were optional and Lucas had been a<em>very</em>attentive bartender. The man smiled, ever charming without imposing any actual advances, and pulled an empty bottle from under the bar. He knew what 'to go' meant when it came from the spoiled little diva living in her step mother's house. Little... The term hardly fit.<br/><br/>Once the bottle had been filled with a masterful mix Lucas had told Cara was called Alice in Wonderland, Cara took a sip from it and purred happily at the contrasting tastes. Grand Marnier, Tia Maria, Tequila. What could go wrong? She brushed her fingers along the edge of her fox mask, just to make sure it hadn't moved since she placed it carefully in front of a mirror earlier, and then blew Lucas the Bartender a kiss. "Thank you babe, have fun tonight," she told him and walked out to the entry hall.<br/><br/>Her step mom was already making her rounds, a task she would have liked Cara to repeat but there was no way in hell she'd waste precious time putting her lips on everyone without so much as a taste in reward. Instead she weaved through the dressed up crowd and found herself a suited one to talk to.<br/><br/>He was blonde and familiar, older than her and handsome as fuck. "First time?" She asked as she positioned herself in front of him, strategically posed to show off her generous curves without looking like a hooker. A smug little smile curved her full lips, and she tilted her chin down a little to glance at him through black heavy lashes that were not entirely hers but made her eyes look oh so nice.<br/><br/>Before the moment stretched, she chuckled and turned on her heel. "Come on, I'll show you around," she offered and held her hand out for him to take. She had no doubt he would go along with it, since being told no by males was not really a fact of life she'd ever have to worry about.