May I Have This Dance?
Dutchess was, unfortunately, hoping to have someone at her SIDE for this evening. All of her other wealthy friends had gone out of their way to secure a plus one, or even a plus two - ah, Murmur knows, she'd heard talk that her rival in attention had gone as far to secure a plus two! With as little tolerance as she has, this news, of course, left Dutchess standing in the corner of her burrow huffing about how unfair life was and how SHE deserves to have several pretty buns hanging off of her and SHE has worked so hard for this night just to have … no one. Not anyone!
Life is incredibly, incredibly hard when you are this lost in your delusions of a princess fantasy.
She arrives at the Gala with her mood still soured because of this. Her driver drops her off where she requests, giving herself a touch of time to lean against the vehicle and slip her new hoof-covers on before she parades into the dance hall. It's like this, bent over, doing the equivalent of adjusting the straps on an expensive pair of heels, that she is able to look up and see someone sparkling from across the lot. They're… beautiful. Even from her point, Dutchess can clearly make out the sparkle of star markings, glowing like they are leaping right off of the skin of the doll in question.
"That one… it has to be that person…" she whispers in speechless awe. When her driver doesn't respond, as thought it should be OBVIOUS what she meant, she turns around to snap at him. "Don't you agree?"
"O-oh, uh, yes, Miss Dutchess! Of course, uh, Miss Dutchess. Follow your dreams!"
"I think I will… Thank you kindly." She recovers from her snap of attitude quickly, pulling the end of her skirt up to curtsy to her driver. Then, across the parking area, she all but r u n s to catch up to this beautiful doll. She waves her clutch over her head, calling out into the night. "Excuse me… ex… excuse me! Come back here, will you! Pardon me!!!"
A twitch of the ear. Another sway of her hips and the doll slowly turned. The delicate dress flowing over her body swirled in the air. Airy, gentle as butterfly kisses hiding enough to be able to make a pretense at modesty. Accentuating in all the right places without taking away from the stunning creature it covered.
A flutter of lashes and heterochromatic, soulful doe eyes honed in on the doll calling out to her. A moment of contemplation, the slightest hesitation betrayed by a small flick of her tail, a glance back towards her slavedriver of a manager. But he was nowhere to be seen anymore. Probably had run off to mingle and make new connections. Feeling satisfied enough to have gotten her to the entrance, confident in his knowledge that she would not slip away from the gala now. Not if her bed was so far away and he commanded control over their ride and her keys.
A small smile played on her lips as she approached the doll that now commanded her attention in turn. Invitation lazily held between long fingers, each step towards Duchess was accompanied by another sensual sway of Irena's hips.
"Here I am." Irena spoke. Voice soft and melodious as she came to a stop before the other doll. "Irena Felis. It is a pleasure..." Irena gave a pause to give Duchess a chance to introduce herself in turn. All the while she took in the appearance of the other intently. A stunning presence in her own right, dressed in beautiful finery, and while Irena was far too lazy to remember all the great or rich succubuns (after all that was her manager's job) she recognized easily that the one now standing before her was part of the Burrowgatory's elite.
Dutchess felt her cheeks take color, reflecting the same deep pink as her horns and tail. The dress this doll was wearing made her own dress seem modest by comparison - prudish, even! She'd long taught herself out of the habit of biting the skin off of her lips by the nasty, wax taste of the expensive lipsticks she wears these days, but the excitement she feels over the bun in front of her nearly makes her forget her own rigorous training. Instead, she wills herself to pinch her front teeth down on her tongue and curl her hands into balls instead.
She is the luckiest bun at the ball!!!
Dutchess composed herself, repeating her own etiquette around and around in her mind. Back straight, eyes forward, ladies do not make scenes, no matter how much their emotions might get the better of them. It's shameful enough to have shown up empty handed, it would be worse to chase away such a fine, pretty thing in front of her by showcasing her excitement and easily flustered manners to the doll. Instead, she pushes her skirt back from her legs, delicately bends in half, and offers her hand to the well-spoken woman when she rises.
"Irena Felis, quite the beautiful name, isn't it? I have to say, it matches you well. My breath was taken from just across the lot, and I have hardly seen you under the chandelier lighting!" Dutchess brings her other hand up to her lips, quieting the sound of a giggle into them. "Dutchess. Just Dutchess. I couldn't help but notice… it appears you're alone this evening, is that so? Allow me to escort you inside, won't you?"
Irean takes the offered hand in her own a mannerly bow and a gentle kiss is placed onto Duchess's knuckles. The model looks up through her long lashes. "Why Duchess that sounds like a proposition I would gladly accept." The beauty flutters said lashes ever so coyly as she rises back to full standing.
"So what do you say? Shall we make it a night worthy of our time?" Irena asks as she offers her arm to be taken by the other doll. Indeed if she could not sleep in her divine bed... at least she could try and have a goodtime. Hah, take that Manager!