It was another rather dull day for Gabriella Miller. But she actually kinda liked it that way. It felt good to be out of the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and away from the occasional paparazzi trying to take a quick shot or two at her. She was dressed rather comfortably as she came home from work, a dark red hoodie and some loose fitting jeans. Stepping into her apartment building, she stopped to check the mail, sifting through it a little as she climbed the stairs up to her door.<br/><br/>She sighed as she entered, tossing her bag upon a nearby chair, walking towards the back where her bedroom was, leaving the mail, all of it either bills or junk, upon the dining room table. She flipped open the laptop sitting on her dresser, browsing through her email as she began to take off her shoes and get a little more comfortable, when one in particular caught her eye. "Huh," she thought. "Wonder if mom had anything to do with this..." She rolled her eyes a little at the thought, then headed off towards the kitchen to fix herself some dinner. Though she tried not to think about it much, the contents of the email stayed within the back of her head all night. At least the event wasn't until tomorrow.<br/><br/>Gabriella slept in late the next day, not having to go to work that morning. First thing she did was fix herself a bit of coffee, then returned to her laptop, looking over that strange email again. "You know what? Why the hell not. It's not like I have anything better to do tonight." She paused, reading over the invitation and writing the address down. "Goth, huh? Well, when in Rome, I guess." With that thought, she set her cup of coffee down, and walked over to the spare bedroom, pulling out a large plastic bin, sifting through clothes that had been folded up and stashed away, all seemingly in various shades of black, before finally setting a few items on the bed. "Haven't worn this stuff in years..."<br/><br/>After lunch, she made an impromptu visit to the nail saloon, getting hers done over in a shiny black polish, and spent most of the afternoon basically killing time until the evening approached. When the time came, the outfit she had picked out earlier was moved from the spare bedroom to the main one, and Gabriella stood before the mirror looking at herself in a black lace bra with matching panties. She leaned forward, looking at her shoulder length brunette hair, wishing she had time to dye it jet black again before this evenings activities. The though was pushed aside, however, as she reached over to the bed, first sliding on a long black lace petticoat, and then a black tiered skirt overtop of that, both almost touching the floor. She paused a moment to smooth it out, and then reached for her top, another black number, the chest and torso area a solid black with a lowcut scooped neckline, while the shoulders and sleeves were a sheer black lace.<br/><br/>Though she wasn't quite done, she took a moment to put on her makeup. She kept it fairly simple, though it was still rather striking when it was all done. Some dark red, almost black, lipstick, as well as some smokey eyeshadow. Satisfied with her look, she picked up a black patent leather underbust corset, slipping it around her waist to bring the whole outfit together, and clasped it in place, reaching behind her to pull the laces tight and tie them off. It took a few minutes for her to get used to having the corset around her again, but after becoming more comfortable with it, she sat down, putting on a pair of knee high chunky heeled boots, laced up the front. Oh sure, with the length of her skirt, few people would probably see them, but she didn't care, she loved those boots.<br/><br/>Everything was just about done, when she stopped in front of the mirror for one final touch. She slid a pair of contacts into her eyes, looking around a little to make sure they were in the right place. The white on the contacts blocked out the color of her iris, leaving only the black pupil showing. Sometimes it was the little things that made the most impact.<br/><br/>It was a little past six when she was finally finished. She grabbed a small back bag which hand her ID, some cash, and some makeup for touchups throughout the night, and headed out the door. The rain didn't start until she was halfway there. Thankfully, she did keep an umbrella in the car. Her dark green Land Rover pulled up in front of the club, and the door cracked open, enough for the umbrella to come out and open up, before she stepped out, holding up her skirt a bit to ensure it didn't get wet should she step in a wayward puddle. While the valet drove her car away, she hurried under the awning of the place, closing up her umbrella before looking up at the bouncers. Before they could even ask her, Gabriella spoke up. "I've come to sin under the light of a red star."<br/><br/>One of them commented on her eyes before handing her the platinum card and opened the door to allow the woman entrance. When she saw the receptionist, the gun on her back scared her a little, and she secretly hope the thing was merely a prop. The exchange went pretty fast, since Gaby didn't want to hang around the woman with the large gun too long. The card was swiped, and her umbrella was taken behind the desk and stored away for safe keeping.<br/><br/>Upon entering the main room of the club itself, she stood near the entrance, gazing all around her. While the screwed up Alice in Wonderland theme did lend itself to an interesting visual, she couldn't help but feel a bit like Alice herself, tumbling down the rabbithole.