Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26461452-20150524160520/@comment-26427873-20150525001959

Vivian brushed her fingers through her hair, taking enjoyment from watching other fairy-tales make fools of themselves, dancing, flirting, whatever people did in clubs.

She, of course, decided not too partake in the normal practices of a party, the only excuse for herself to come was that it fit her character (And she honestly needed to get out of her room)

Alone in her booth, one by the wall on a more desolate side of the room, her hands ran up to brush her wolfish ears, and she sighed, thinking of her destiny, eyes sliding shut.