Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Halloween on a Haunted Hill Slutty Stacy's Sexy Shindig It was the first party of the current semester. The party which would put everything that followed to shame. At least, so said the one throwing the party--Stacy Jones. To say she was well known around campus would be a touch of an understatement she wasn't just one of the popular crowd, but one of the most well endowed--that is to say, she was quite rich. ... She also had the biggest tits. If the graffiti dotted around the men's lockers and bathrooms was anything to go by, or the pictures that got around, of her getting around. The word 'slut' was used quite frequently, and that might be how she planned on making it the best possible party ever, by sleeping with as many of the guys as she could. Which might explain why most everyone on the campus had gotten an invitation to her Halloween Party. Even people Stacy didn't like, or whose existence she wasn't even aware of. The party started at six sharp, in the evening of October 30th. The place? A haunted old mansion a few miles outside of the city amid a lightly wooded area. Anyone who couldn't drive would be allowed to use their invitation to get on a bus heading out right from campus. Drinks, food, and entertainment were all promised and, well, Jones didn't wish to disappoint. A locally-famous band had been hired out, called 'Night of Elegance.' On a stage in the back of the mansion, they started playing once the first few guests started to show--mostly rock and dance tunes. The speaker system they had kept the music loud enough outside that people had to shout to talk, those inside could still hear it, and the out of the way nature of the mansion made noise complaints a nearly non-existent thing. The exterior became a sort of unofficial dance floor, while the living room inside on the first floor was a more chill, and hang around kind of area. Same with most of the other rooms, really, aside from the kitchen which was well-stocked with food, alcohol, and the people hired to cater for the event. At first they had tried to keep the kitchen off-limits given it was the only area not decorated and setup for the party, but as more people packed into the building, or went to the kitchen seeking some grub, well, that plan went right out the window. Finger food was eaten about as quick as it was made, and if not for the fact drinks were regulated by the bar, the alcohol probably would've run out in a few hours too. Each room was decorated in a different theme--living room was zombies, the study was ghosts and ghouls, the lounge and bar was spiders. Out front were an array of fake gravestones, and fake cobwebs were strewn all about the place kind of like the disposable cups and plates. As time went on and the sun sunk down below the horizon, the temperature fell too. Not so far as to be considered cold, but certainly chilly. One of the upstairs rooms came to be known as the hookup room, and anyone asking around would hear the rumour Stacy had already given two guys handjobs, and a third a blowjob up there. That was all a bit... insignificant though next to what else happened as time wore on, and the clock ticked closer to midnight. An uninvited guest found their way into the party. There was a reason the place was considered haunted, even if most people thought it was the fake kind of haunting. Nobody had seen her walk in, mostly, because she hadn't. Nobody knew her name, nor anything about her, hell, if someone asked around enough they wouldn't even be able to get a straight answer as to when she showed up. She wasn't there one moment, and then, was the next. At least one person would be bound to mention, however, that she gave off a bad vibe, a feeling of there being something wrong with her. Which made a lot of sense given what she was--something older than everyone there, something downright ancient . Of all places, though, why some Halloween party hosted by a rich slut? Well, it wasn't by choice. The mansion just happened to lay at the site where one of the cracks in her prison had formed. If she could have, she'd likely have swallowed up everyone there... but only so much could fit through a crack, at least until that crack was made much, much larger... That also didn't mean there wasn't going to be any swallowing happening--Stacy's own attempts notwithstanding. For now, she sat at the bar, next to a slutty police officer and a Dracula making out. An untouched shot glass of vodka in front of her. She was slightly turned, looking out over the room, examining those within it just as she had when she first felt the irresistible draw of a mortal soul within reach. Except, this time, she wasn't trying to create a facade that would allow her to blend in, more, she was watching how people spoke, how they interacted, and eavesdropping all the bits and pieces of information being so casually tossed out in a setting where most thought others would be minding their own business. More then that, though, she was looking to see who might be all on their own, who might be vulnerable. One of her arms rested along the bar, long fingers with yellow nails drumming against the hardwood surface. Her opposite hand was up near her face, rolling and curling some of her long, black hair which spilled down her back. Just like she had observed some others doing. Much of the gender she had chosen wore clothes that showed off a fair deal of skin, thus, so did she, though she had opted for colouring her skin as she had seen some others do. From the top of her head, down to her visible toes, her skin was coloured a greenish-yellow, to gold in some places, and black in others, patterned like scales. A bit like a serpent, and with serpentine yellow eyes to match. Her outfit was simple an emerald and black bra stretching across her chest, straps over her shoulders, showing off her full chest, her curves, and slim stomach. The shear white fabric connecting her upper piece to her lower piece hid little. Below her waist she wore a long skirt, the fabric the same emerald colour as the bra, but somewhat shear, and split open down her left and right side. When walking, it would suffice to cover her lap, and rear, but it would show off her long legs, much like now as she sat with her legs crossed over one another. On her feet, a pair of strappy black short heels, whose straps wound most of the way up her shin toward her knees. Nobody had approached her yet, but then, she had been there all of a few minutes. Anyone who had been upstairs might have seen her up there, though they wouldn't have seen her walk down to get to the bar, mostly, because she hadn't walked. Idly, she couldn't help pondering if anyone moving from one room to the next had seen her in one room, and then just so happened to go into the next room just as she shifted to it, seeing her there as well. Just how observant were these beings? Would she need to be more careful lest she scare them all away before she had her fill?