254 days to tournament
/~Jennifer~/
"Ugh, not this one!" I groaned, yanking a crimson halter dress off the bed and tossing it onto the growing pile of options I'd already discarded. "This is ridiculous."
My room looked like a designer exploded in it, filled with silks, laces, mesh, leather....everything from thigh-splitting cocktail dresses to elegant robes that whispered royalty. And yet, none of it felt for me. Tonight wasn't just some faction mixer or a standard end-of-cycle celebration for me.
The admin just dropped the news this morning, A mini tournament in 15 days. And to top it off, they opened up the Booty Hole...that infamous multi-level entertainment fortress for free tonight only.
One night. All clans. All factions. Irish Valley. Nova City. Everyone under one neon-lit, blaring bass-soaked roof.
And I had to look like the Clan Master of Irish Valley. Powerful. Unshaken. Untouchable.
But I also.....wanted him to notice me.
