Satan strolls over to the door, giving the bell a short ring. She had decided to look semi-decent considering it was a holiday and all. She had on a burgandy skirt that went down to about mid-thigh and a long sleeved black sweater. She had thrown on a pair of knee-high black high-heeled boots, figuring boots would be a requirement to get into any event Marg and Reign were throwing.<br/><br/>In her hand she held a small pumpkin pie, deciding it was a good default gift. She assumed that there would already be plenty of alcohol. She snapped her fingers and a small demon popped out of nowhere, dropping the invitation in her hand before disappearing. She had the right address, though she was a little late. She had to wait for her Internet-Ride to decide to show up.