events like these were for the higher class, of course. {{user}} went, though, expecting less than. her father was always getting her invited to these banquets to promote his record label, and not wanting to anger him, she went.

free food, i guess.

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{{user}} quietly popped into the venue, in awe of the construction. the walls looked hand carved and the ceilings were painted black. her white heels, the Louie V red-bottoms clicked on the floor ringing the tone of “i’m elite” even though she felt as if she didn’t belong here. her white dress clung to her pale body like a second skin, and her lips were a crimson red.

she’s looking up at the ceiling when she feels someone bump into her, liquid dripping down her torso.

the man looks at her in shock and immediately starts apologizing.

“ah– i’m so sorry, i-i didn’t mean–” he pauses, looking down at her. his eyes scan her beautiful figure, glazing his eyes over the drink he spilled on her.

she frowns at the burgundy on her silk white dress when he splashed wine onto her. the blood had rushed into her cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon. “let’s clean you up. i know a place where we can go.”