On second thoughts charging right into the enemy would be a bit amateurish, better to circle around like a vulture and wait for the opportune moment.
"It's a ball party…" Siliana looked down at the crowd as we treaded down the stairs.
The carpet was pure animal domination, the furriness axiomatic of their deaths. My boots felt rather comfy walking on it, and before long I inhaled the aroma of the top class.
The air was stifling with booze, cigars and exotic baked enjoyers who munched on their porks and steak pieces with lucrative linguals.
"A-adam, since it's a party in the theme of m-mystery, the guests have been asked to wear a mask." Laura hesitated to enter the overcrowded juncture.
"Where's yours then?" I mellowed at her cuteness.
"He-here…" She took out a small cover for her face. It was decorated with a long feather of a bird unbeknownst to me, and covered about sixty percent of her upper visage.
