Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

The cat watched curiously, as Lydia walked through the room to check the windows, as well as the door. All the while, the cat continued to purr silently, cleaning it's paw as it watched. Finally, as Lydia approached it, it gave a happy little squirm, standing up to be petted. It bumped it's little head against the hand that approached, purring loudly as it stroked it's entire body against the cautious, gentle touch of the woman. It's tail flicked slightly, as it looked up to Lydia, blinking again with another little meow, before it jumped off the desk. Ignorantly about the danger of doing so, it walked between Lydia's legs, stroking it's body against her ankles, before happily jogging half way through the room, towards the door. There, it stopped to look over it's shoulder at the human again, meowing invitingly. It took a few more little steps, before looking back again, proceeding to walk in circles, if Lydia didn't follow it, but with every step Lydia took closer to it, the cat moved closer to the door. It seemed the cat wanted her to follow it, as it ran the rest of the way towards the door, stopping again to look back towards Lydia. If Lydia continued towards it, it would stroke the top of it's head against the door with a purr, followed by a loud clunk from the outside of the door. The clunk seemed to've been the lock, since the cat proceeded to nudge the door slightly open, until it could make it's way outside, meowing as it did. It even turned around, sticking it's head back in to look up to Lydia, meowing one more time, before going all the way outside. Should Lydia continue to follow the cat, and open the door, she'd soon find herself in a large hallway, leading off in two directions. To her left, it lead to split, were it continued off into two different directions. To her right, it continued even further, reaching all the way down to what seemed to be a stairway. The hallways had the same Gothic ring to it, that her own room had, and the furniture placed in various places down the hall, was also made out of the same materials, and with the same designs. There were several doors, leading towards other rooms, down the hallway to her right, were she'd now see the cat running down. It still stopped occasionally, to make sure Lydia was still following it. And should Lydia head off in the other direction, the cat would turn to a complaining meowing instead, as if it still called for her attention. Should she follow it, the black cat would lead her towards a large set of doors, that the cat opened enough to slip through again, leaving Lydia to do the rest herself. Once open, the scent from the room she had introduced herself to, spilled into the hallway like an avalanche. She might recognize the smell, as the sweet tobacco she'd smelled a few times before, the past few days. But the scent wasn't invasive, or distracting to the nose, but rather soothing. The room was massive, clearly a hall meant for the likes of Ball's you wouldn't find anywhere else, than Royalty. Each side of the hall, carried massive windows, that was all covered in hard boards, meant to be swung open if the inhabitants wanted the sun to shine through. But being shut, it demolished any chance for the sun to invade the premises. From the ceiling hang massive chandeliers, carrying a massive amount of living lights. A lot of these had run their course, however, and the ones still lit were dancing on their last notes, clearly having been lit for a while. Around the floor, was at least seven large couches, meant to be used both for sitting, and laying. And on these couches, lay writhing bodies of people. A lot of said people had fallen asleep, while some were still moving around with slow motions, some kissing and feeling each other's. It was a sea of groping, exploring hands and darting tongues. Few people wore clothes, and those who did only had a few bits to their name. One still wore his socks, while the rest of his body lay naked. Another still wore her bra, but had been relieved of any other clothing bit. On each side of these couches, with moaning and writhing people in them, were large water pipes, some still smoking from whatever had been lit in them. These pipes were attached to the floor, so that they would not be tilted easily. Through the noises of people in pleasure, was the weak, happy call, of a lonesome violin. This music came from the other end of the room, from where Lydia had entered. There, sat an arch of Musicians. All but one, had fallen asleep in their chairs, instruments laying on top of them, or close by their sides, snoring pleasantly. And even though the lonesome violinist was still playing a tune, it was clear on his tired expression, that he was basically just waiting to collapse and fall into the pleasant embrace of sleep. The cat Lydia may have followed, ran off towards the middle of the room, not too far away from where they'd entered, where it jumped up on a couch. On this couch, half lay the man in the room, who still seemed to have the most clothes on. He wore a pair of black leather pants, and an open shirt down his sides. He was laying with his legs over the edge of the couch, bare feet planted on the floor. Bellow his back lay a woman, with her legs spread to each of his sides, and the back of his head nestled within her respectable bosom. She, was completely asleep, from what it seemed, laying on top of her own, layered, humanoid bed. The people were stacked like a sandwich, but no one seemed in distress. On the man in leather pants' stomach, was another man, who was completely naked's head. The sleeping man on top, had his left hand tugged into the other's pants, right at his crotched, but neither seemed to mind that fact, not even the man still wearing some clothes, how did not seem to be sleeping. The man still awake, raised on of the his couche's pipes to his lips, inhaling deeply before it was exhaled towards the ceiling, which he was also facing. The black cat proceeded to jump up on the man's chest, meowing loudly. Whaat, Ruby? Not right now, I'm... Aargh! A voice complained, as the cat dug it's claws into the man's chest, causing him to push it down by his side again with a grunt of pain. The voice might seem familiar to her, as would the face that rose up from it's pillow, to look angrily down at the cat. What was that for, you little shit.. And aren't you supposed to be in Lydia's room? He proceeded to complaint, still not noticing Lydia, if she was even still around, and hadn't been scared away by the view.