Post by Accalia et Hart on Feb 4, 2006 14:18:17 GMT -5
The place was large with gold thrown everywhere. Golden floors, golden walls. It all seemed more like some silly dream than just a party. Tables and chairs set up, the wood-work in them all very high quality and polished a deep cherry. Velvet purple cushions lay upon the seats for the guests who decided to rest weary feet after a long night of dancing.
The tables were littered with an assortment of foods and plates. There were men mixing drinks dressed in gold and purple outfits, they seemed to know what they were doing.
The ball started to get large, you could barely move around the place. Women (and a few drag queens) in large dresses sauntered around the golden floors, their escorts dancing the waltz with them. Music flowed around the room like a feather in the sky on a warm, summer afternoon.
Lady Bellesang, she dreaded that name, dressed in a rather large deep blue dress boredly sat herself down on the seat of her throne, her dress seemed rather sluttish, but she was told that it was proper satire for the queen. Her hair was tied up in an assortment of blue ribbons, a bun placed at the top of her head with curled tendrils gently framing her white and blue make-uped face. The front of the velvet (with lace trim) dress was made with white silk, the colorations and style of the dress matched her soul sewn. The white, feathered mask that she held from a handle of gold rested on the armrest of the golden throne.
These parties never really excited her.
The tables were littered with an assortment of foods and plates. There were men mixing drinks dressed in gold and purple outfits, they seemed to know what they were doing.
The ball started to get large, you could barely move around the place. Women (and a few drag queens) in large dresses sauntered around the golden floors, their escorts dancing the waltz with them. Music flowed around the room like a feather in the sky on a warm, summer afternoon.
Lady Bellesang, she dreaded that name, dressed in a rather large deep blue dress boredly sat herself down on the seat of her throne, her dress seemed rather sluttish, but she was told that it was proper satire for the queen. Her hair was tied up in an assortment of blue ribbons, a bun placed at the top of her head with curled tendrils gently framing her white and blue make-uped face. The front of the velvet (with lace trim) dress was made with white silk, the colorations and style of the dress matched her soul sewn. The white, feathered mask that she held from a handle of gold rested on the armrest of the golden throne.
These parties never really excited her.