Since Eliana had returned to Manta Carlos, she had been hitting up all the old hot spots. Getting her connections and ensuring she was the first and last thing on everyone's mind. She felt like she had a million things to do, but it was cool because everything on her list was super fun.
Even luckier, Eliana couldn't get drunk, so drinking religiously (pun intended) was pretty much what she did every day. She visited Club Gambit nearly as much as she visited Gomorrah. Each place was full of attractive people and plenty of alcohol. What better way to network?
It was late enough (or early, depending on the way you wanted to view it) that even the nightclubs were dead as the grave. Eliana was considering returning home, because even she, the party hardy mistress, was growing tired. But there was so many interesting people to meet and fun places to be, besides, she was still nursing her blood Mary before she left.
She sat, so she was in plain view of everyone, as was the usual. Being what she was, she caught the attention and intrigue of people around her. She was the perfect lover and instinctually people knew that. Those who found the feminine form or identity appealing often snuck glances or outright ogled her, and those not sexually attracted to women, or who had no sexual attraction at all, found themselves intrigued by her.
It was all very lucky, considering Eliana loved the attention. She loved any attention, whether negative or positive. Actually, she couldn't think of many times she had been given negative attention. Maybe she just hadn't paid attention. She was slothful in that way. She had no time for rivals or enemies. Besides, who could dislike her? She was nearly perfect in every way! Lovely, charming, beautiful, a unique sense of style, and great in the sack. She had been all of those things and more since birth, it was part of te magic inherent to her.
Eliana didn't appear like something most people would imagine a lust demon to look like. She was almost boyish in nature and dressed like a little punk kid, in all black and steel toed boots. She liked being unique; it only further proved she was better than those less creative than she.
Even luckier, Eliana couldn't get drunk, so drinking religiously (pun intended) was pretty much what she did every day. She visited Club Gambit nearly as much as she visited Gomorrah. Each place was full of attractive people and plenty of alcohol. What better way to network?
It was late enough (or early, depending on the way you wanted to view it) that even the nightclubs were dead as the grave. Eliana was considering returning home, because even she, the party hardy mistress, was growing tired. But there was so many interesting people to meet and fun places to be, besides, she was still nursing her blood Mary before she left.
She sat, so she was in plain view of everyone, as was the usual. Being what she was, she caught the attention and intrigue of people around her. She was the perfect lover and instinctually people knew that. Those who found the feminine form or identity appealing often snuck glances or outright ogled her, and those not sexually attracted to women, or who had no sexual attraction at all, found themselves intrigued by her.
It was all very lucky, considering Eliana loved the attention. She loved any attention, whether negative or positive. Actually, she couldn't think of many times she had been given negative attention. Maybe she just hadn't paid attention. She was slothful in that way. She had no time for rivals or enemies. Besides, who could dislike her? She was nearly perfect in every way! Lovely, charming, beautiful, a unique sense of style, and great in the sack. She had been all of those things and more since birth, it was part of te magic inherent to her.
Eliana didn't appear like something most people would imagine a lust demon to look like. She was almost boyish in nature and dressed like a little punk kid, in all black and steel toed boots. She liked being unique; it only further proved she was better than those less creative than she.
As Yura drank from her glass of water, Eliana stared at her, eyes narrowed as if solving some puzzle of internally debating with herself. By the time the club owner had turned to her again, the intensity of her stare had eased.