Diana flashed Paige a smile, trying to reassure her as she and Zen helped the redhead up from the floor. The power had rushed through her and she hadn't really been ready, but this was the biggest amount she would work with tonight, thankfully. "I'm okay, I promise sis..." she wrinkled her nose playfully at Zen for the word munchkin, she was short, but no need to rub it in.<br/><br/>On her feet she felt her head clear a bit and she smiled at her sister before heading to the little closet off the ballroom, pulling out the snacks she had placed there for the party, after all munchies were needed at any college get together. She was grateful to have magic on her side to help clean up the house, though, she felt the mansion shift, waking further, she rather thought it would clean itself up as well, proud and dignified as it was. The Greek Goddess laid out the snacks in neat order, turning around a she heard someone thud into the floor. A Robin Hood, how interesting. Her eyes moved over the ballroom and then she realized the candle, she hurried to the center of the room, grateful for the loose flow of her skirt and snatched it up, along with the spellbook she had left on the table, leaving the ballroom for a moment to place both in a hidden cupboard with a spell to seal them in. No one should mess with the things bound to the magic of this night except for her. Things would get....interesting.<br/><br/>While she was otherwise occupied the object of her affections was entering the Winchester House, with his beautiful girlfriend at his side. The young lady in question was a slender beauty, a dancer, who somehow, by the blessing of genes, managed to be both curvy, busty and yet willowy. Her body was the type most girls dreamed of having, though part of that came from her endless studio hours dancing; and for the perfection of her body, her face matched it, clear, lushly beautiful with a Italian feel. However that wasn't to say Rebekah was much at ease, after all her boyfriend had dared her to wear a outfit she had never imagined wearing before. It felt like too little, even compared to some of her dancing outfits, but then, she told herself, she should just think of it like a swim suit, there wasn't more then a swim suit should show.<br/><br/>The outfit in question was a sheer little dress, just barely covering the curve of her firm ass, it was a warm golden color, not that far off from her own creamy skin color, tied with a white ribbon just below her breasts. The bottom half of the garment flared and shifted around her, the top cupped and held her pert breasts and she was grateful for the strapless, flesh tone bra she had thought to slip on to cover her nipples and make the little slip of a garment more decent. Her long legs were bare, indeed the only thing she had on her body other then the little sheer dress was a golden bikini bottom. The toned mile long legs that she was so proud were certainly show cased tonight, and her golden stilettos tied in to the colors of the rest of her costume. Rebekah glanced up at her handsome boyfriend, smiling faintly at Kurt though she felt nervous inside, not that she ever showed that. Nope, no nerves, no insecurities, just the flawless miss popular. "Are you sure I look okay?" She asked as they paused on the foyer, the girl reached up to check that the little head band with her golden tuffed cat ears was still properly in place. It was, and as she lowered her hand she worked her fingers through the thick wavy silk that was her chestnut mane of hair, the tumble reaching all the way down to the flare of her hips, she never cut her hair if she could help it and it covered her nearly as much as her outfit did. A little gold purse hung off one shoulder and she adjusted the strap, after all a girl had little things that were necessary for all parties, like pain killers just in case, lip gloss and other odds and ends. Odds and ends....oh that was right, the bell.<br/><br/>She snapped open the little clutch, pulling out a goldenrod colored ribbon about an inch thick with a delicate golden bell hung from the center of it and hurriedly lifting it up to tie it neatly around her neck, she couldn't believe she had almost forgotten that, it was her favorite part of the costume. And even though she was unsure about the idea of a cat girl she knew her body looked good, her make up, the golden and bronze shimmers, and every little detail was flawless. Because she couldn't be anything but.