Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161231234957

(I figured something like that, but I was curious)

"Pleasure's mine, lass. Now, let's get this wreck underway..."

One at a time, several of the Dark Lord's wives file in, until there are at least a dozen in the ballroom---a vamires, a gargoyle, several devils, a kunoichi, and one sandworm, among others. They begin chatting and roughhousing, greeting each other and mingling. Cyndwella has taken it upon herself to stay close to Eva and introduce her to the guests. Despite their fearsome appearances brought by their various states of phantasmic decay and bodily damage, along with what is unmistakably a dark aura about them, the wives greet Eva in their own ways, as if she were just another partygoer. Black metal throbs in the background. 

Two in particular hang around Eva and Cyndwella; Heloise, the Dread Wight, and a Succubus named Rhada, who wears black tattoos from head to toe and looks every bit the part of a punky goth.

Rhada speaks up. "Hey, Eva. Kick your feet up and I'll do your toenails.  You like black, or, uh, black?  Or how bout red?  Oooh, we can do your hair, too!  Here, lie back!"

"Easy, Rad, she's not an acolyte yet! Hehehehe!" Cyndwella makes a comfortable chair poof before Eva. "But kick it back, girl, tonight's your night!"

"Really? What's the occasion?" Heloise folds her arms and smiles at Eva.