When I walk into the room, all the heads turn. As I walk down to the end of the bar where my sister is having her party and take a seat at the end, I know all the eyes are following me. And why, might you ask, is everyone staring at me? Well why wouldn't they be? Is my reply. I had a great figure and the flowing black and crimson dress I was wearing excentuated that fact. The dress opened and had a V cut down to my stomach, showing off a lot of clevage. Just above my breasts was a black ruffle strap that helped hold me in. Around my waist was a black star belt that showed off my curves. The top dress was a crimson red satin and the black under dress was silk. The red dress cut off just above my knees and let the black under part take over to just under my knees. My silvery white hair came to an end at my lower back and it glistend like snow, throwing the light off of it in just the right angles. Even though my dress and hair was an amazing sight, it was nothing compared to my eyes. They were blood red, so deep and beautiful it made men wish they could swim and get lost forever in them. Most of the time I wore contacts that dimmed my red eyes and made them a more orangish color that was still intriguing but not as perfect as their normal beauty. Today, though, there were no contacts to hold back my eyes, and that was what everyone was staring at.

My sister, Hina, sat on the stool next to me a light of excitment shining in her eyes.
"I can't believe what a great turn out my party is having!" Hina exclamed.
The difference between my sister and I was morning and night. If I was a goddess, which in my mind and the minds of thousands of men I was, then she was my maid. Hina had mousy features. With shoulder length brown hair that was as plain as a donkeys, and she was forever having a curtain of that hair hide her plain face. Her eyes were a brown color, and not even a honey brown color that might be the slightest bit interesting, they were the color you get when you mix too many colors together with waterpaint. No wonder she was excited. Most people would just ignore her, hardly no one in their right mind would come to a party thrown by her. Unless... Unless her beauty of a sister was there. That would explain why most of the populace in the room was of the male specimen.

I gave Hina a quick hug and smiled at her. If you couldn't already tell, I didn't exactly like my sister. But in the war of women you pretended to, then when they least expected it, you stabbed. And you stabbed hard, quick and with as much strength as you could.
"Well of course the party is going to have a great turnout, what with you as the hostess." I complimented her and watched her blush.
My charm worked on both the female and male and it was obviously doing the job on her.
"You really think so?" Hina asked me in a tentive voice.
"Of course I do Hina! Any sister of mine should know that if they throw a party, the men will be swarming around it like bees." In my mind I revised this a little so it sounded like, Any sister of mine should know that if they throw a party, the men will be swarming around me like bees.
The blush in Hina's face brightend to a lighter red and it was facinating to watch the blood flow across her face, from her sides of the jaw to her nose then out to her ears and forehead. She saw me staring at her and quickly turned her face away, hiding it behind a curtain of her hair.
"So, uh, Masumi, are you having fun?" Hina asked. I looked around and saw the bartender watching us out of the corner of his eye. He was cute, brown hair that was sexily disheveld and was thin and young. I winked at him then turned back to Hina.
"Loads." I answered in one syllable.

Later on as the party progresses I mostly stay in my seat, flirting with the bartender. By the end of the night, I'll have him driving me home, then we'll go into my room and have a little fun. Make the cold night warmer and enjoy each others company for a few hours. Just then I glance around the room, trying to find a clock so I can tell if now is a decent hour to pull him from his job and have him take me home, when I notice Hina off to the side talking to a man leaning against the wall. All I can do is stare at him. His hair was obsidian black and pushed back in just the right way. He was wearing black dress pants and a button down shirt that was open three buttons down from the neck. He had a strong set jaw and full sexy lips. He was probably a good 5 inches taller than me even while I was wearing my high heels and he was musuclar and tan. Those blue eyes... how can I describe them? They were like pools of perfectly clear water yet so deep that I may never seem to reach the bottom.
I completly forgot about the bartender. I forgot my name. I forgot everything, except looking at that gorgeous man. I wanted him. I was going to have him. Nothing would stop me.