Yuri Katsuki
Jean dims the lights and switches on a dark purple one, really setting the creepy late night party mood.
Just as I open my mouth to make a comment about how it matches the humiliating makeup on my face the lift makes a sound. We all spin around and are faced with four elegant looking ladies in long dark gowns that resemble those that victorian women wore.
I panic and turn my back to them as Yura goes to greet the white skinned ladies.
"Yuri, turn around, flash a sexy smile, c'mon" JJ whispers, gesturing for me to turn around with an encouraging smile.
"What if they laugh?" I whisper anxiously, feeling the presence of the ladies behind me.
"Turn around. If they laugh I'll get you katsudon flown straight from Japan" my eyebrows shoot up and he simply nods. I then take a deep breath, hoping they will laugh, and spin around with a plastic smile on my face.
The women were looking at me before I even turned. They don't laugh. Goodbye Kastudon.
"Oh my, who is this excuisite human?" The tallest woman in a crimson fishtail dress slowly walks towards me. I gulp as the clack if her heels gets louder and louder.
"Lady Olivia, this is Lord Nikiforov's human" Jean says to the black haired woman.
"What a fine specimen. I didn't know they came so pretty and sweet" she leans over the bar and drags a long and sharp nail down my jaw.
I've never felt so objectified. And that's saying something.
"So human, where are you from?" A considerably shorter woman joins Lady Olivia, this one looks young and has reduculously long and straight black hair. She watches me lustfully, her huge lashes batting with grace.
"J-japan" I mumble, crumbling under the hungry eyes watching me.
"Aww you're cute" A flawless woman with long blond curls and brown eyes grins at me, her red lips stretching over her perfect teeth.
"I'm Princess Melina and that's Lady Sola" she gestures to the short woman, her green silk sleeves brushing against the counter as she does so.
"Where are you all from?" I ask after clearing my throat. I'm used to vampires, I won't be bested by them, even if I look like a hooker.
"I'm British, Sola is from New York and Milana is from here" Lady Olivia explains. It does clear up her distinct accent.
The lift makes another sound and all of our attentions turn to three men. The one infront is insanely tall and has white hair and mustache. He looks like Marvels Senetor Ross from Civil war. He's wearing a cream suit, with a red rose in his poket, no tie and a white dress shirt. Behind him follow a shortish brown haired man in a gray suit and a less good looking version of Kolya but with facial hair and gray eyes in a black suit.
"Lord Byron! It's good to see you friend" the British woman calls for the man in the tan suit with a bright smile.
"Hello my lady" he takes her hand and kisses the back of it. His eyes flick up and meet mine and he looks like he's realised something as he straightens.
'What's your name?" He asks me, leaning an arm on the counter and leaning forward but not too much to make me uncomfortable.
"He's Lord Nikiforov's human. Isn't he beautiful?" Jean intercepts before I can come up with an excuse. That doesn't stop me from kicking his ankle though.
"but you must have a name hm?"He presses. Shit. What do I say? Why is he so nosy?
"You can call me 12" I blurt, feeling quite proud of myself.
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