<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESBK6X4zE8E/UquijEkbDGI/AAAAAAAABkE/xim_xU14qJc/w530-h798-n/mask_new_color.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Parisa Shah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14273270#msg14273270)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early in the evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sheer strapless dress, opera gloves, lace mask, no underwear<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Francesca, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> She can do this "All Night" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FWRT9C9XMQ)<br/></span><hr/><br/>In the back of her luxury town car (limos were for proms and weddings), the icon herself Parisa Shah was on the phone with the most important man in her lfe.<br/><br/>"Yes, Daddy... I'll be polite to the hostess. Yes, Daddy... I'll be careful what I drink. Daddy... I don't need cab money, I rented a car. Yes, that was very responsible of me. "<br/><br/>Plenty of girls like Parisa would be thrilled to have a parent as accepting as Mister Shah. But sometimes she thought he mother henned so much that they both had transitioned. As she tried convincing him that she was a woman in thirties that could take care of herself just fine, Parisa looked out the window and saw her destination. Even her jaded ass was awestruck by the mansion.<br/><br/>"OK, Daddy. I'm just about there so I gotta go. Yes, I'll be sure to get to bed afterward. Yes, I know ;acl of sleep causes premature aging. Which of us is the beauty queen here? I know... love ya too. Khoda Hafez!"<br/><br/>After giving her father the traditional Iranian farewell, Parisa turned her phone's camera on and held it up. She wanted to make sure she got both her exquisitely made-up face and her expensively enhanced cleavage. Some of her haters thought Parisa went a little far with the plastic surgery but she believed in go big or go home.<br/><br/>"Hey, bitches! Your Persian princess has made it to the castle and is ready for the ball! Can't give you all 411 this time, you little creeps. I may fuck and run but I don't kiss and tell!"<br/><br/>After posting the video to both Twitter and Instagram, Parisa put her phone in her purse and took out a small case. Opening it revealing fine white powder. Parisa put some on the tip of her finger and gave it a sniff, then repeated with the other nostril. Now that she had powdered her nose, she was ready to party. The driver opened the door and helped Parisa out of the cae. Her tight dress wasn't the easiest to move in and the driver noticed the opaque fabric left little to the imagination. It clung to her chest and hips... and also to the something extra Parisa had between her legs. As he watched her bootylicious backside head toward the mansion's entrance, the driver knew what he was gonna be dreaming about that night.<br/><br/>After greeting her hostess and promising herself that she would be very very polite to her the first chance she got, Parisa looked over the other guests that were arriving.<br/><br/>"Hmmm... fuckable. Fuckable. Defintely fuckable. Not sure about that one... "<br/><br/>Grabbing a flute from a passing waiter, Parisa took a long drink of champagne.<br/><br/>"OK, fuckable. Ooooooo... that right there is totally fuckable!"<br/><br/>Parisa had spotted an old client, Francesca Vinter. She had done make-up for the blonde when she had been a teen starlet, although she certainly wasn't a teen anymore. But neither time nor the small gold mask could keep Parisa from recognizing a face she had been so intimate with.<br/><br/>"Oh. My. God. Is that you, Francesca? You look like a goddess!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>