Re: Lounge Area (open to any/all, but especially open to Cat)
Dressed in a black, feathered tutu, her hair pulled back from her face and adorned with a black crown, her make-up dramatic, pale, white, with stark black feathers intricately painted around her eyes and deep red lips to contrast, with black pointe shoes, Cat entered CASKET. One of her clients had discovered she lived there, and had asked to come as her guest, and she'd consented easily enough, though she didn't prefer his company.
Fortunately, as soon as they'd arrived, he was off to the races. He was dressed as Captain America, which Cat found to be not only pedestrian, but hideously appropriate. Fortunately, once they arrived at the bar, it looked as though a blonde seated nearby would be keeping him occupied for the moment. Once she'd acquired a drink from a bartender dressed as a bespectacled dominatrix, apparently, she moved over to the lounge area. One of her hands, painted with black feathers, floated down to her tutu, and she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Looking around, she saw him.