<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Great Room, Lounging upon a sofa</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Intended for Lux and Apollo</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed - Intended for Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br/><hr/><br/>It as one of the rare times when Artemis did not have her Apollo by her side.<br/><br/>She could feel the eyes upon her, the lingering glances of some of the club goers.  The lioness, alone without her companion by her side.  Their gazes lingered upon her in the laid back, relaxed atmosphere. Some entertained their companions, a piece of candy by their side, but there was no mistaking in her self-centered mind that some of them were contemplating her.  A challenge, in a see of mostly submissives.  A woman to be conquered.  And without her companion by her side, some may have thought it an easier game to play, a more vulnerable prize to be had.<br/><br/>The smile widened as she took a sip of her champagne.  Let them try, she thought to herself with a soft smirk.<br/><br/>She had no idea where her brother had wandered off too.  For all she knew, he was still changing, or out blowing off a little steam with some little thing.  Clearing his head and his balls for what was to come between the two of them.  Wherever he was, she<em>knew</em>he'd come back to her.  He always did.  After all of the little skanks, the little tarts, the googley-eyed girls who just fawned over him, her brother always came back to her, back to being wrapped around her little finger as she was to his.  She didn't have to worry about him.<br/><br/>Besides, the absence gave her more than enough time and opportunity to look about and scout the club-goers on her own.<br/><br/>The woman known simply as Artemis moved quietly along the polished floor of the Great Room  Her long, sheer robe trailed behind her, a glimmer of gold around her ankle.  A predator, a wolf in sheep's clothes, on the prowl for the object of she and her brother's game.  Dark, hazel eyes scanned about the club goers through the gilded mask, looking for that right one, that perfect little play toy, she could use to her advantage.<br/><br/>A little bit of cheating, perhaps.  Scouting out the members and workers in attendance before he could.  An unfair advantage, perhaps.  But he couldn't be mad at her for trying to find the perfect little play thing for their game.  If he had been there, he would have done the same thing.  If he wasn't already, she thought to herself, stealing a seat upon the large leather sofa as she waited and watched.