WHO: The Stranger, OPEN (12-15 slots) WHAT: Charity Ball WHEN: Night. WHERE: The Grand Ballroom STATUS: Incomplete RATING: M
Fine wine salivated down the throats of the city's elite. Silver chimed in low whispers and hums.
No cameras were allowed, for the host despised public philanthropy. Reporters kept pen and pad, craning their necks in order to gain a glimpse of this most charitable of hosts.
Professional ballroom dancers took to the stage, demonstrating the latest waltzes... tangos... and European competitive styles. Indeed, the mixture of sex, romance, alcohol, and charitable donations were enough to bring any of the nobility out from the collective shelters.
The flesh factory churned out its masses... trophy husbands and wives were flaunted in tight-fitting suits and low-cut dresses.
A low violin strummed a melodic chord, as a tall man entered. Short, darkened locks reflected the seductive candlelight. The perfectly trimmed suit fit perfectly over a sculpted frame. Penetrating eyes observed all movements. Then, a crowd gathered around a small microphone.
In a low, cheerful tone... the man spoke.
"I am Vincent Bruckner. Welcome."
The man rose a glass, and drank deeply from the crystal goblet.