Amy blushed as Sara tucked a strand of her black behind her ear and offered words of encouragement. Having managed to embarrass herself within minutes of being here, Amy decided to keep a bit quiet once she entered the mansion. The place was huge and well decorated. Her jaw almost hit the floor, as her piercing blue eyes scanned about.<br/><br/>There were other people near the kitchen and hall way, and they were all like models out of a magazine! Suddenly she felt way out of her league! Quiet as a mouse, Amy tip toed over to hear the tail ends of the announcement from the man known as Marc. On the edge of a shelf sat a few glasses of champagne. The golden liquid bubbled with promises of liquid courage! Looking around, Amy decided to size up the people. She clearly looked the youngest and wondered if they carded here. Deciding to take the risk she picked up the glass and held it one hand, much like the beautiful pale woman with the dark hair.<br/><br/>She sipped the champagne slowly, trying to stand strait and push her rather large chest out, mimicking the other women who all had more class. It was when she saw the hat that she remembered her card. "This is like, my first time. I mean...i heard about these kinds of events. You know...from friends..." she said, talking to whomever was standing next to her. "You have to appreciate the production value that goes into these things." Amy smiled sweetly.<br/><br/>Scribbling on the back of her card Amy wrote both. She didn't care which role she played, she was just happy to be here. She slipped up to the front and put her card in the hat, and then quickly disappeared into the back, sucking back the champagne as he found it to be quite delicious. Once the first glass was finished she moved onto the a second glass. Her eyes caught the fabulous painting. She walked towards it, letting out a low whistle. "Wow." she said under her breath, looking up. her long black hair fell across her back like a waterfall of ebony water.