Some people were heralds of trouble.  Behind their every step the fiendish thing would prance behind them ready to wreak havoc on the landscape.  For the woman simply known as Jennie this had never been this case, instead she simple was trouble.  That simple fact hung from every movement of her body and every molecule of her being.  From the leather boots that lifted up to her thighs to the dusty top hat she wore on her head, that simple promise of the forbidden and unforgiving poured from her.  Torn fish net stockings made the long distance across her thighs as she walked into the assembly looking no part the daily orchestra goer.  Those markings looked as if someone couldn’t wait to get the clothing off her body with a few choice bits cut away.  Tight jean shorts ended the vision, keeping enough modesty that the police couldn’t object to her presence.<br/><br/>A small glance was given to the few gathered already.  The smile she gave was not a pleasant one but more as if there was a private joke in her thoughts.  Some might call the smile a grin, but when her tongue touched her lip there weren’t many complaints.  Eyes of mischief danced beneath the light before she sauntered forward with complete confidence.  A duster trailed behind her as if she walked from an old west movie set.  The same torn fishnet showed across her torso, moving about loosely to touch her stomach just above the navel.  Flesh of porcelain white almost shined under the light while tight lines of muscles flexed with every swaying step of her body.  Across her chest was worn a simple top with the white line of a skull nestled between her full breasts.<br/><br/>Confidently she moved forward to the buffet, interjecting herself wherever she choose.  Fingernails painted black with blood red tips plucked food from the plates.  Without shame she put the morsels between her lips to chew on them.  Black hair fell down across her shoulders and back while she moved, the top hat never even moving as she dipped and danced about between the food goers.  Finally she had satisfied herself enough to actually put food on the plate to take back with her.  The plate left her hand only long enough for her to toss the duster over a chair before plopping down into a seat next to her coat.<br/><br/>To those nearest she only gave another smirk before eating.  “Well howdy ya’ll.  Had to wear my Sunday best for this shin’dig.”  One hand lifted to tip the top hat before she gave a laugh.<br/>