The steady clatter of hooves upon stone echoed around the pathway that lead up to the grand estate where the party was due to take place. The twin mares were grand in both stature and breed; a pure black hue as deep as the night's sky that surrounded them, powerful muscles working effortlessly to pull the grand carridge that flowed seamlessly behind them.<br/><br/>It was a magnificent piece of architecture; a piece of art in it;s own right. The wood was smooth and seemed to shimmer in the light of the stars. Pained a deep  wine red and embossed with fine patterns of gold it was the picture of elegance and class, as flamboyant and poised as the male who rode within it.<br/><br/>The seat was of perfected silk, colored the same dark red as the exterior, and Clive sat with a dignified posture, legs lightly crossed, arms folded as he gazed out the window at the countryside that rolled past, a small smirk upon his red lips; a look of constant satisfaction upon his graceful features. He sighed softly and tilted his head downward to examine his pointed nails, humming a nameless soft tune as the carridge rolled to a stop, the horses neighing softly before quieting... Fine creatures they were, but then anyone who knew of De'lure knew also that perfection was all that was required.<br/><br/>He stepped gracefully from the carridge, gazing briefly at the manor to behold its glory, appreciating the fine architecture for a moment before he swept into the main entrance hall, a slender blond eyebrow arching as it seemed he was one of the later guests to arrive... Fashionably late as he had planned, of course.<br/><br/>His gaze flicked briefly over those assembled, taking in a deep intake of air in order to absorb the many scents; so very exotic, so very appealing... The incubus' lips spread into a small smile as he prowled slowly through the crowd, a strange aura of unnatural and oddly pleasant heat surrounding the air close by him; Clive was a natural in such large crowds and as he came to a pause as he was offered a glass of champagne, accepting it with a small incline of the head.<br/><br/>"Such a banquet is laid out before me in this place... How very delicious..." He purred to himself, hypnotic eyes of deep crimson roaming over the large crowd as he attempted to pick out some potential entertainment for the night... He would, of course, be prim and proper in the openness of the hall, would dance as a gentleman would and dine in elegance... But it was all a precursor to debauchery, Sin and pleasures of the flesh...<br/><br/>He licked his lips slowly, eyes glittering slightly as he continued to observe... The evening would be oh so fun...