Shimmer and shine

Steel Jaws and Wine spills

Jinx ran her fingers over the corseted piece she was wearing for the night, she'd been laced in somewhat tightly, enough to feel the firm pressure in her movements but not enough for it to be uncomfortable or painful.

The matching panties were mostly lost in the ensemble, probably helped by the fact that they were a g-string that disappeared into her ass the moment she put them on, and she was unbelievably thankful for her long hair, or she'd have peoples eyes on the exposed skin all night.

The silky stockings were delicate and soft as she pulled them up and secured them with garters, immediately feeling winded at having to bend in the corset. Then again once she had to strap up the doll like shoes.

Mira was there waiting at the door to look her over before she stepped out onto the floor.

She hadn't been joking when she said tonight would be busy. Almost every couch, chair or wall occupied by a variety of men, women and less outwardly gendered individuals.

Jinx made her way through the rooms, feeling the eyes drag on her as she tried her best to 'float like a cloud' a term one of her tutors had snapped repeatedly at her for hours on end as she would stalk back and forward through rooms in the Kirraman household, with several dusty and expensive books on her head, while the woman would tap and criticize her posture with a thin rod.

It was easy to stand out in the undercity when the forceful teachings of Piltover beat around her brain. But she wasn't a Pilty, she was Demacian.

She sent a smile to one of the couples sitting off to one side with a hostess and continued making her way to the front door. Keeping an ear on the voices around her incase anyone called for her.

There was plenty of talk about her, accompanied by crude wishes and whistful sighs as she passed. And comment about her price.

"they're really raising the bar. Babette's was already expensive and now they're putting out pretty exotic pieces like this? Bet she costs a fortune."

She sent a soft smile towards the man, even if the words made her want to hit him. She knew she was selling her time and body, but that didn't mean she wanted to hear people talking about it so blatantly.

"you!"

Jinx looked around for the source of the call and found a man surrounded by three other women.

She frowned behind her mask as he held his hand out and waved her over.

"Keep me company."

Jinx smiled, "Only if the other ladies are okay with it." she offered lightly, "I would hate to intrude on your time together, you all seem so cosy."

The others seemed nonplussed by his request, or by him when he reached out to her, misplacing the two that had been lazing about each side of him.

She frowned when set his hands on her hips and pulled her forward.

"What's your name." He cooed, running his fingers against the fabric of her corset, and down to the skin just under where it stopped.

Jinx wanted to punch him already, with his obnoxious outfit, and the gold jaw piece and the clearly overly enlarged ego.

"Mouser." She smiled, Shifting out of his graps, "I should get you a drink." She offered with a smile, "yours is running low."

He hummed and leaned back as she waved for one of the runners to grab her a bottle.

"Come sit." He ordered, and she blinked, the couch was already filled by himself and the three girls he had draped by him. "Here." He said. Setting his hand against his leg for a moment.