Kitty watching the auction....making herr way to Renard<br/><br/>Kitty was only here for Ailine.  One, because she had manged to avoid the woman out of guilt and two, because she had to be here to represent her art.  She was being such a bad succubus vampire thingy.  Whatever, she had stopped trying to figure out what it was she was suppose to be.  The last time she even had time to play video games, she was a starving artist.  She resisted the urge to squirm, the tight outfit feeling like it was digging into her.<br/><br/>Instead, she listened to the auction, standing near the recessed light showcasing some exquisite art.  She was just thinking that maybe Ailine would forgive her for not being at the opening with the gift she had gotten overseas.  She was just about to scratch at the pale green wig when she thought she felt something.  It was as if she were being touched.  She looked around, but felt it was too dim to see.  She stepped away from the light and let her eyes adjust, her glass of Amaretto at her side, ice tinkling.  She was about to give up and dismiss the feeling when her eyes finally spotted a man looking in her direction.  She could feel the intensity and found herself stepping closer, her natural curiosity getting the better of her.  Her name wasn't Kitty because her mother called her that.<br/><br/>She was within a few feet of him and she could see he was attractive, arrogantly so.  She noted his dress and knew he had to be a buyer.  Well, Ailine would have sent invitations out and this was an auction.  She swirled her glass, the ice tinkling, her walk nonchalant and swaying.  The little black wings flitted at her hips movements and she wandered past a few people and came to stand next to the man.  She didn't turn toward him, eyes on the stage.  She did lean his way and in her soft voice, "See anything you like?"  She could only smile her amusement.