*Stella was at a party hosted at her own palace. Of course she didn't act like the host, but she was. She strode about with poise and self serving grace, her large eyelashes batting. She was the epitome of femininity and grace. She wore a black cocktail dress that hung only by the thin straps om her shoulders, tight around her body with a slit revealing one of her feathered legs. She even had heels made for her talons. She held a cocktail in her hand as she looked for someone to mingle with.