<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/B1pmA542RPE/crop/1020/f/cara-delevingne-la-perla-spring-summer-2014_glamour_6jan13_pr_b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clover Devonworth<br/><strong>Location:</strong> In the back of a Rolls Royce Phantom to the entry lobby of the house.<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 6PM <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gold flaked short dress (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/orcy8l-l-610x610-dress-longsleeve+sequin+dress-gold+sequins-gold+dress-champagne+dress-gold+sequin+dress-sequin+dress-champagne+sequin+dress-homecoming-homecoming+dress-sequins-rose+gold+sequin+dre.jpg) and a golden venetian mask. (https://previews.123rf.com/images/miss_j/miss_j1706/miss_j170600012/79857585-golden-venetian-ball-mask-over-dark-background-with-copyspace-masquerade-party-or-holiday-event-cele.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Acting<br/></span><hr/><br/>"We're approaching the location Miss Devonworth."<br/>"Miss Devonworth?! Seriously Darren?"<br/>"You wanted to get into your role, I'm merely helping a friend."<br/><br/>Clover laughed. She had managed to get her friend Darren to drive her to the party in his brand new Rolls Royce Phantom. Normally she'd have driven herself but her own cars were still in the UK and a rental car could be easily traced back to her.<br/><br/>"Well in that case, let me push this silver button to close the seven thousand dollar curtains in the back of this car. Would hate the riff raff to see me in the back of this car right?"<br/><br/>She pushed one of her manicured fingers onto the button and on the back door windows and the rear window, thick heavy black curtains blocked out the outside world. The car turned off the main road and began on what looked like the driveway of the mansion. In front of them a black Ferrari was driving ever so slowly up to the house.<br/><br/>"Who's the peasant in the Ferrari? Seriously... I don't like to suffer the plebeians. Have him move his heap of junk out of the way."<br/><br/>They both laughed, knowing very well that Clover's own car back in the UK was a Ferrari as well.<br/><br/>"Honestly Darren, this Rolls is like nothing I have ever seen. The carpets in this car are thicker than in my apartment and there's more leather in here than there is on a cow farm. Nothing says I'm loaded quite like this. Shame I'm not driving myself."<br/>"If you had been driving your Ferrari, the whole point of a masked party would have been useless as you have those idiotic personalised pikey plates."<br/>"What!? I just have CL0V3R on the plates because it's my name."<br/>"Yeah yeah. Still annoyed I couldn't come to the party."<br/>"My man, you have to be my driver. I can't be seen with a pleb like you."<br/><br/>They both laughed. Darren because he secretly liked Clover and Clover because she was in fact very nervous for the party.<br/><br/>"We're here Clo."<br/><br/>The car stopped and Clover reached to the other seat and took the mask she had custom made and put it on.<br/><br/>"How do I look?"<br/>"The peasants will fall to their knees crying when they gaze upon you."<br/><br/>She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder before he pressed a button that open the rear hinged door. Clover swung her golden open toe heels out of the car first and then raised herself up from the car. She took a deep breath of fresh outside air and began to walk to the main door. Behind her, Darren had closed the door of the Rolls and drove off.<br/><br/>The door was held open and she stepped inside to the house. Immediately she noticed how luxurious the place was. It was like a palace only a lot more modern. But first things first. In the lobby she looked around and snapped her fingers at a man.<br/><br/>"You there.. Man.. Take my coat and make sure it's not soiled or befouled with odours and stains."<br/><br/>She draped her coat over the man's arm, still holding up her facade of being the arogant rich woman.<br/><br/>"And do tell me where I can get a drink. I'm parched."