Trinity stood on the balcony of the high rise penthouse, her eyes closed as her long black hair whipped about in the strong wind.  Her customary high heels had been kicked off near the door and her toes curled around the smooth metal pole beneath her as she balanced perfectly on top of the thin railing.  Unmindful of the almost thirty story drop directly beneath her she paced slowly along it's length, enjoying a sip of her smooth champagne as she walked, a small smile curling her ruby red lips.<br/><br/>With a casual flick of her wrist she threw the expensive glass over the side, watching it tumble to the earth even through her closed eyelids.  Only when the faint sound of it's destruction on the sidewalk below drifted up to her did she open her eyes, her large expressive turquoise blue eyes, looking down from her precarious perch.<br/><br/>She stood there for another eternity, drinking in the sounds of the vibrant city beneath her, her lips drawing back slightly over her fangs as she felt it's beating heart, it's breath deep in her very soul.  Or what passed for her soul.  Her dress, a midnight black number that hugged every supple curve in it's shimmering void, had become ruffled in the high wind and she straightened it as she lowered herself.  She could hear the pounding beat of the club beneath her feet, interfering with her revere with it's incessant droning.  It was truly Pandora's child, and didn't interest Trinity at all, though she pursued it's embellishment and expansion with voracious energy.  Anything for her sister.<em>Anything</em><br/><br/>She even put up with Pandora's insistence on being one of the dancers herself, though her skin crawled and she felt the urge to tear and rend every time she imagined some drunk mortal leering or pawing her sister.  Her dress pooled around her feet as she slipped it off her shoulders as she stepped inside.  It was expensive and Trinity didn't want to risk damaging it.  She stood there, dressed only in a pair of thin red panties when with a slight <shift> she disappeared; reappearing from the shadows several floors below on the backstage of the club, the music suddenly<em>much</em>louder as Pandora stepped through the curtain.<br/><br/>Trinity felt a genuine smile grace her normally impassive face as she embraced her sister; enjoying the sweet smell of her perfumed hair, her trim athletic body pressed against her own, and the almost giggling smile Pandora always wore.  A soft kiss, a brief squeeze and she released her sibling.<br/><br/>"Found your next conquest yet?" she teased as Pandora dressed herself after her routine.<br/><br/>Trinity, at her sisters insistence, performed on the stage at times and while she had felt a particular delight in the concentrated lust of the crowd she still avoided it as best she could.  That most certainly did not mean that she couldn't appreciate a true artist; and her sister was that in spades, able to whip the crowd into a frenzy or calm them with a single word.  Trinity's gifts . . . lay in a different path.<br/><br/>As Pandora bounded out, no doubt to seduce some new poor mortal male, Trinity slipped into her own costume.  A leather bustier hugged her full breasts, the open back crisscrossing her smooth skin with black straps.  A pair of knee high boots and a pair of small leather gloves completed the ensemble and Trinity stepped through the curtain as another of the girls began their number to the enthusiastic cry of the crowd.  Using the distraction to slip into the loud club unnoticed, Trinity's gaze swept the pusling crowd.  Her eye found a slim young woman, a mortal, and alone.  The girl leaned against the bar, body swaying lightly to the music as she nursed her drink.<br/><br/>A small predatory smile graced Trinity's lips as she made her way smoothly through the crowd<em>Hmmm, perhaps this night will be enjoyable after all</em>