V'Neef Marcella did not want to be at the dinner party, but she knew the alternative could be much worse.  Her family wanted to prove that she could cut a better figure than her father and mentor, one exiled and the other facing a similiar situation.  She needed this oppurtunity more than she wanted to admit, knowing that anything else would mean filling a spot in the "Red Piss Legion."  A shudder touched her body at the mere thought and she had to restrain herself from swallowing down the glass of liqour in her hand.  Powerful muscles flexed along her forearm as she restrained herself, casting her aqua colored eyes across those assembled.<br/><br/>Marcella had learned years ago that volumes of information lay in people's actions and not their words.  Politicians were famous for flapping their lips, but the real truth was in the motions and not the noise.  Uncomfortable already, she tried to rellish her small joke some while chaffing beneath the confines of her outfit.  Thin straps of silver ran up her blue-green legs, providing a soft glint of contrast along her muscular limbs.  Those straps belonged to a pair of small sandles that clung to the bottoms of her feet, with small shells running along her toes.  The shells were of soft pinks and blues, softening the harsher tones of her body.  Marcella cursed each time she took a step and could feel the shells digging into her flesh, that was one reason she kept still at the party.  Somewhere in her mind she knew that was the intention of the shoes.  Falling down across her thighs were strips of white cloth, gilded in thin threads of silver to provide elegance to her powerful frame.  Indeed the outfit did just that, softening the hard lines of her body beneath its beautiful touch.  The skirt ended in a belt of smoothed stones that ran across her narrow waist.<br/><br/>The woman's top began a few inches above her belly button, which glinted with the eye darkness of an onyx stone set into the flesh.  Her top was made of white but held thin strips of pink that laced through the material.  Outines of silver once again appeared to highlight the top.  She found the item most uncomfortable as it split down the center, seperate her ample breasts and exposing the powerful valley that rested between them. The pink strips running along the underside of her breasts.  A powerful stomach of finely etched muscles was revealed to onlookds but softened with thin strips of pink cloth.  The material was stiff along her chest but came together at her shoulers in a flowing manner as if it the top threatened to fall from her body at any moment.  A collar of thin shell was slipped around her neck, shielding onlookds from the thick cords that ran along her graceful neck.<br/><br/>Her face was proud and defiant despite her clothing.  A strong jaw and full lips seemed always ready to challenge any onlooker for the right of supremacy, and the woman's eyes seemed to always have a storm just over the horizon.  She was not necessarily beautiful, but her mannerisms held a hint of the exotic and the threat of a challenge hung around her constantly.  Many knew that she was as likely to conquer them as they her.  Marcella's hair was kept short, hanging just below her ears so that the tips were buried into the strands of purple and green hair.  She constantly brushed at her hair, a nervous habit from when she was a child that never seemed to go away.