Post by Chloe Vablatsky on Aug 7, 2009 19:17:12 GMT -5
OOC: Open to all, but beware
The best part of going to a new town for Chloe was the first impressions she got to make. Not many people had seen a half-veela woman before and so the dazzling shock of her got the best reactions. Some woman would stare murderously and others would try their best to ignore her. Men were always going to follow her with their eyes and would have even if she hid her perfect form under baggy clothes. For this first impression night though she had decided she wanted her looks to kill…and if anyone old was nearby they probably would.
Chloe strode into Joker’s Bar that night full of confidence and with a coy smile on her face. The robes she wore were tailored to her curves, even cut well enough on the chest to show some of those curves. Tonight they were a bright red with matching heels and there was a cut in the sides all the way up to her knees to allow flawless skin to peek through in a tantalizing way. Long golden blonde locks were pulled up in a bun behind her head. A diamond necklace (a gift from a past suitor, one of many) hung down her neck drawing attention to her chest…not that it would have been needed.
Heads turned as the half-veela entered. For even in the darker atmosphere of the bar she was as radiant as the sun and all the light seemed to reflect off her fair complexion. Grey eyes surveyed the area, taking in those who were looking at her. Flashing a pearly white smile she strode in with her head held high and a slight bounce in her step to emphasize the swing of her hips.
The fact that almost every man in the bar was stopping to stare didn’t stop Chloe as she walked right up to the bar and sat down, pretending to ignore everyone. “Firewisky if you please sir.” The woman said, drawing a galleon out of seemingly nowhere and giving a wink to the bartender. “And keep them coming.”
She crossed her legs and turned back to the bar, biting her nail and waiting to see what poor soul had the courage to approach her first. Something in those grey eyes and full lips promised a night full of fun. And even she knew full well that the one with the right words…and of course looks could very well get it.
The best part of going to a new town for Chloe was the first impressions she got to make. Not many people had seen a half-veela woman before and so the dazzling shock of her got the best reactions. Some woman would stare murderously and others would try their best to ignore her. Men were always going to follow her with their eyes and would have even if she hid her perfect form under baggy clothes. For this first impression night though she had decided she wanted her looks to kill…and if anyone old was nearby they probably would.
Chloe strode into Joker’s Bar that night full of confidence and with a coy smile on her face. The robes she wore were tailored to her curves, even cut well enough on the chest to show some of those curves. Tonight they were a bright red with matching heels and there was a cut in the sides all the way up to her knees to allow flawless skin to peek through in a tantalizing way. Long golden blonde locks were pulled up in a bun behind her head. A diamond necklace (a gift from a past suitor, one of many) hung down her neck drawing attention to her chest…not that it would have been needed.
Heads turned as the half-veela entered. For even in the darker atmosphere of the bar she was as radiant as the sun and all the light seemed to reflect off her fair complexion. Grey eyes surveyed the area, taking in those who were looking at her. Flashing a pearly white smile she strode in with her head held high and a slight bounce in her step to emphasize the swing of her hips.
The fact that almost every man in the bar was stopping to stare didn’t stop Chloe as she walked right up to the bar and sat down, pretending to ignore everyone. “Firewisky if you please sir.” The woman said, drawing a galleon out of seemingly nowhere and giving a wink to the bartender. “And keep them coming.”
She crossed her legs and turned back to the bar, biting her nail and waiting to see what poor soul had the courage to approach her first. Something in those grey eyes and full lips promised a night full of fun. And even she knew full well that the one with the right words…and of course looks could very well get it.