Private Party (locked to Rinoa Carraway)
Apr. 12th, 2012 12:03 amMaxwell Weiss was well known in the right social circles for his parties and over the years they just seemed to get larger and more lavish - not that he minded it, it kept the clients more than happy and more than willing to throw money at him.
This particular do was no different, he'd rented ballroom for the occasion and had managed at least half of the 500 head capacity. Catering, a DJ and several curtained off private spaces in addition to ten models picked to his specifications by his secretary made for a very comfortable and well received gathering every time.
After the first hour or so, though, he always grew bored. The guests became a chore and drinks only took him so far - even a few lines wouldn't keep him entertained without good company. Tonight, however, he'd spotted his choice early - the girl he would have for the evening. One of the models, he hadn't bothered to get a name, was working the crowd with a bright smile - weathering the businessmen's leering looks and roaming hands in her lacy lingerie.
With an easy smile, the older man worked his way around the room until he purposefully ran into her - leaning in to whisper against her ear; "Come with me, please." If she'd been watching closely, his tailored tuxedo and the deference most everyone seemed to give him made it obvious he was the host.
This particular do was no different, he'd rented ballroom for the occasion and had managed at least half of the 500 head capacity. Catering, a DJ and several curtained off private spaces in addition to ten models picked to his specifications by his secretary made for a very comfortable and well received gathering every time.
After the first hour or so, though, he always grew bored. The guests became a chore and drinks only took him so far - even a few lines wouldn't keep him entertained without good company. Tonight, however, he'd spotted his choice early - the girl he would have for the evening. One of the models, he hadn't bothered to get a name, was working the crowd with a bright smile - weathering the businessmen's leering looks and roaming hands in her lacy lingerie.
With an easy smile, the older man worked his way around the room until he purposefully ran into her - leaning in to whisper against her ear; "Come with me, please." If she'd been watching closely, his tailored tuxedo and the deference most everyone seemed to give him made it obvious he was the host.