<strong>Margery Kayla</strong><br/><br/>Margery stood upon the upper steel railers that hung above the festivities below her.  She held a glass of wine with no intention of drinking it, but it was were just as a prop of the continuos performance of the Masquerade.  The night was young, and she was feeling good.  She ran her tongue over her fangs and stepped down the metal stairway in 6 inch black high heels.<br/><br/>She was wearing a black dress that fitted her like a second skin.  The flashing lights made her jet black hair gleam as she swayed through the dancing crowd like a fish through water.  The dance floor was crowded, people getting off work, dates, and just wanting to forget their horrible lives came here.<br/><br/>She headed toward a split off room, it was special and cater to only the "special" guests of her establishment.  Here, if they behave themselves, they could drink deep vitae of human guests were thought themselves lucky to be invited into the VIP room.  Business were conducted in thie room room, dubbed, the Red Room.<br/><br/>Margery frequented this room for news of the Elysium and of the underworld of San Antonio, to mingle with the Kindred.  It was her own little kingdom of which she ruled as a Goddess.