kissing death and loosing my breath

The masquerade had been a rather ingenious idea crafted by herself and the owner of the facility on a night on the terrance with wine in hand. The celebration of Samhain had been a well enough excuse for such a splendid occasion, one that the female was more then ecstatic to attend - even if she had anticipated knowing no one beyond the facilitator of the extravagant evening. Even so, Serafina was still quite dressed to kill. She'd chosen a crimson and ebony dress, the top tightly fitting around her bosom and waist to show off her hour glass figure. The fabric mirrored an almost victorian print, the top lined with a satin ebony ribbon. The tight fitting bodice, however, abruptly shifted to like colored feathers, gathering around her pelvis to just barely hide her undergarments before trailing off behind her. It was this scantly clad dress and whatever little sense of modesty that Serafina did happen to foster that caused her to add a pair of sheer ebony tights to cover her long, sender legs. Her outfit finished only with an ebony feathered mask. It was quite risqué of her, especially considering what she wore on a day to day basis. However, the masquerade was created with the intent to be just that - a night where she could be no more then an enigmatic creature upon the dance floor rather then an orphan girl who was happened to be a terrible witch.

It was with a rare glimpse of confidence that Serafina stepped out into the main dance floor, her gaze tracing over the lingering individuals without a single glance of recognition crossing her grey tinged eyes. There was a temporary pout to her sweet heart lips but, in truth, it had been the exact situation that Serafina had anticipated. Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, almost unheard over the chatter of the party goers as she made her way to the bar. She had resigned herself to a bar stool with a drink her hand for the evening but that prospect was ruined entirely as Serafina realized that she actually did recognize someone. He was hardly dressed for the occasion, his clothes certainly not the classic tux most of the men chose to wear. He hardly seemed to be enjoying himself, his arms crossed over his chest and even though his warning of what they couldn't be was still fresh within her mind - Serafina was entirely content to ignore it all together.

It took quite a bit of care to creep around him in her heels, relying upon those around her to hide her feminine figure till she could place herself ever so carefully behind him. A smile flushed across her sweet heart lips, clearly quite pleased with the antics she had planned for him. The young witch hardly wasted a moment, reaching out to let her manicured fingers hook on the edge of the chair before pulling it backwards just enough to unsteady him without letting her little dark hunter fall entirely. In fact, she balanced the chair upon her thighs, leaning over just enough that her ebony hair fell around them like a curtain. "Why you look awfully festive don't you? I thought an old man like you would just love these sort of things." She was teasing Azzy, naturally, hardly willing to let his determination to separate himself from her get her down. Her efforts to startle him hardly last long, however, letting his chair fall back in it's correct position with all four legs on the floor. "Come on Azzy, surely you must know how to â€"" Her voice trailed off as her gaze shifted to the dance floor, the simper vanishing slowly as her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

There was something...familiar about that girl - the one with the curly red hair and the simplistic ebony dress. She couldn't place what it was. She was certain that she'd never actually seen her before and yet...there was some part of Serafina that clearly recognized that she knew her in some fashion. It was puzzling to her, enough so that she had almost forgotten her quest to harass the discontent hunter from whatever he had planned that evening. Eventually, she pulled her gaze from the girl, doing her best to push her out of her mind to refocus upon the task at hand and with some effort her simper once again appeared upon the kitten's features as she turned back towards her charge - determined to at least have one dance tonight with someone.