Thread: The Conservative Adventures of Ms. Phan {darkest_fate&Dr. Strangelove}

The thudding music pounded in Malai's veins. She swore that its primitive rhythm would soon pick up her own blood flow, carrying it with her, driving her further. She frowned, her gorgeous brow furrowing, plump pink lips pursing. The Asian teenage beauty cast her gaze around the club again. Rachel, she called over the music, leaning toward her friend. The leggy blonde had a similar story to Malai's grown up in the proper way. With private education and a separation from the grimier aspects of life. The pretty blonde was the granddaughter of a Southern senator, while Malai happened to be the daughter of a rising Thai-American businessman. Her father had become a spokesperson for Conservative politics, and she found that his logic made sense more often then not, if only because it protected their business interests. If that meant occasionally saying that those with dark skin were animals, so be it. If that meant faking celibacy before marriage, so be it. If that meant arranging a marriage with a Thai-American rising star politician, so be it. Malai would do what it took to follow her father's footsteps to the hilt. Hence how she fell into Rachel's social circle. The pretty blonde gave her friend a roll of blue eyes. Don't worry! she nearly drawled, tugging on Malai's arm, drawing her further into the dark club with its thudding beat. This place is just what you need, trust me! Malai frowned. Rachel's idea of what she needed often ran counter to reality. For Malai's eighteenth birthday, for example only a little over a year past now Rachel had tried to get Malai drunk. Paparazzi had a field day with that, and they'd had to work overtime to smooth things over. Malai's father allowed Rachel in her orbit because of relations, and because he kept insisting that they could control these outbursts. I'm still not sure! called Malai, dark eyes flicking. She brought a hand up, tucking some of her ebony hair behind a pale ear. The Asian beauty had the prenaturally pale skin that sometimes came with her race. Her complexiton was actually whiter than her friend's near ivory. The black and red of her dress accented it further, as well as hugging her figure. The slight curves were on the lean slide, but they suited her, giving her a beauty that walked the line between sharp and innocent, not unlike Malai herself. The thing that bugged her at the moment, however, was the strange spade upon her lower neck, just above her neckline. The dark marking had a Q curving in the middle. Malai had thought she'd seen a similar marking on an anklet Rachel wore, and she wondered what precisely it meant. Rachel had said it was required. As was the scandalous lingerie that Malai hid under the dress. Given her black tights, she did need thin panties , that was certain. And the fabric let her softly rounded ass show in the pencil designed red skirt. She still wasn't sure about the top part of the dress either the translucent fabric seemed to enhance her paleness. God, and the heels thank God she had experience walking with those. Rachel had insisted though. And she tugged insistently now, dragging her friend further into the club. This was her celebration, a way for Malai to cut loose in safety before she got married and had to settle down. Necessary, Rachel insisted. And you're gonna love it! As if all this weren't enough, one more thing bothered Malai. She bent over to her friend, stage-whispering There are a lot of nig---black people here, she said, eyes flicking. In point of fact, she wasn't sure she saw any males that weren't black. Odd. Rachel giggled. Stop worrying! she said, before waving toward a bartender. She'd already sent the messages, let the locals know. And she gave her friend's dress a slight tug, helping to make the temporary spade tattoo just a little more visible, put the pale Asian princess a little more into the limelight.