<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr/><br/>Cold touched her back, at her shoulder and by the absolutely tiny strap that lay upon flawless skin. Surprise lit the young face like sudden starlight, and her red lips rounded in a buoyant, feminine squeal. With a quick turn, the breezy dress teased higher along her thigh. A glass of champagne appeared in front of her. It was a lovely touch, especially as the man who offered it, looked nowhere near guilty for his actions. His smile was brilliant and Kitty found herself returning the expression, and this time, the smile was genuine and open.<br/><br/>“It seems,” Kitty repeated the man’s words, “… like you are reading my mind. I have always wished for my own private waiter, and like a dream, you are here.” The glass lifted in a toast, “To masked men, bearing gifts!” Crimson lips upon the flute, she watched him like a curious feline through her mask as she drank. His eyes were playful, yet it was the intent that lay in them that caught Kitty’s interest. That he was handsome was easy to see, that he was interested as well, was also. Did he know who she was? Ultimately Kitty no longer cared. Prying eyes were everywhere. Her every move was recorded and analyzed. Her manager grew worried. But Gregory was not here to chastise her. What was a little, harmless flirting between strangers? He did not look familiar… Kitty was sure she would have remembered seeing him somewhere, even beyond the mask. And people had a habit of reminding her when and where they might have met. This man had done nothing of the sort.<em>Yet</em>.<br/><br/>With her glass, her hand moved towards his chest, the clear, bubbly liquid swirled precariously. “I know who you are!” Kitty’s enthusiasm was unmistakable. “Wearing a mask, coming to a poor girl’s rescue. You must be a superhero! In disguise of course” The words slid like honey, “Tell me, a masked man like yourself, what does—”<br/><br/>The sentence never was finished. A blonde woman encased in a dress too tight and too pink, poked her head between the two. Distain was evident in her once over of the man before her attention focused squarely on Kitty. “Superhero my ass! He’s a driver Kitty, don’t waste your time. I saw him get out of the car. If you want to play around with someone’s driver, that your business. But honestly honey, take my advice. He’s beneath you.”<br/><br/>The smile stayed upon Kitty’s reddened lips. Warm and soothing, the alcohol in her system flowed freely. The foul mood that had plagued her since the limo incident had begun to dissipate with the arrival of this man; she was not about to turn him away so quickly. Fame had its downsides, but it also carried its perks as well. Societal conventions and constraints no longer carried the weight they once had for the young actress. Kitty slid closer to the drink bearer and slid her palm along his jacketed arm suggestively. “Oh Melody,” her tone was delightful; there was no love-loss between the two women, “I certainly hope he will be. I’m in need of a ride tonight, my limos gotten so crowded.”<br/><br/>Aghast, Melody turned with a flounce as black feathers drifted from her dress to fall lightly on the tiled floor. From a distance, they could hear the woman assaulting the next group over, her voice loudly proclaiming, “Darlinggggg, I never thought…” only for the words to be lost in the multitude of conversations around them.<br/><br/>“Please!” Kitty put her hand up in false demand. “Don’t tell me you’re the sensible type and that I’ve offended your sensible sensibilities. I really don’t give a shit what you drive, or who. I only care if you know how to dance…”<br/><br/>