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"Capes are quite classy." The witch piped up, most helpfully. Smiling quite absently at Hel and Mot's exchange, the witch let it dim when a threesome with Mot began.
"While I am sure that Mot is... Quite adept at... Such activities... I think I would like to refrain from making Gene upset." Best excuse she could think of at the moment. Especially since the ghoul was missing! For a moment the witch passed a fond look to Helmut and her eating habits, about to offer some helpful advice about how eating too much would probably make her sick when she danced with Belladonna. But it was overlooked (and unspoken), as the witch instead gasped quite theatrically and looped one arm with Hel's.

"Do not let Mort hear you say that, he may become wildly jealous!" Wow, she looked... Kind of excited about that prospect. But the witch grinned and leaned over to press a kiss to Hel's cheek. "So until he gets here (and your own particular boil arrives that I am sure will come to sweep you off your feet)" That last part whispered just to Hel, "I accept!"
And what perfect timing! The witch had perfectly posed herself to press her overall mass of a rack, as it were, to Hel's.
"Thaaaankkkk youuuuuu?" She tried to Lou, a small smile on her face. That was a compliment... Wasn't it?

Wait…did Belladonna just say Mot was adept at threesomes?

Hel choked. “Mot adept at threesomes!?”

Then she laughed obnoxiously, nearly doubling over. Mot. Mot. Mot adept at threesomes. Too much. As a result of being so amused, Hel wasn’t able to beam that the cowboil had complimented her, or help out Helmut, which was okay, since Mot was helping her.

Instead of looping arms with the witch, Hel just wrapped an arm around her waist, like a good ‘boilfriend’ should. “Okay! Where is Mort so I can go proclaim this to him?” She then wrapped both arms around the witch’s waist, and pressed a cheek to hers. “BELLADONNA IS MY GHOULFRIEND!” She proclaimed, and then snorted softly at the witch’s whisper. “Arriving?” She repeated, amused. “I am the one who is going to drag his a** here later and—“

She had to pause though, as she was all pressed against the witch as a certain vampire arrived.

Hel stared at Lou for a long moment. “…Oh. It is you!” She finally uttered. “Here I was hoping you crawled into a gutter and dissipated. I did not miss you.”

The song Shaheen had picked had come and past, but the woman, who really had no idea that the song that had played was the one she had picked, hadn't even noticed. She had stayed near the DJ booth, slightly amused by the young one who had winked at her, stealing glances at his very fine looking wings as she waited for her date to arrive.

Shik. Her date. It was funny how a year ago it was the same but so much different. She would have never called him her date back then. She was actually beginning to accept things the way they were, and despite the whispers in her head that insisted on trying to convince her of otherwise, she knew that he would come, he would be here for her as she had asked him to be. Yes, asked. She hadn't even demanded it. It wasn't a test to see if he would do it, either. She simply hoped that he would.

As each minute dragged on, however, she became slightly more paranoid that he wasn't going to come, and she was instead going to have to endure these festivities alone. No, not alone...there were other horsemen scattered about that she could see. Kiwi, Ying, Nergui with that dark stallion of Death she had seen around occasionally. She might end up dateless, but she would not be alone.

It was a sense of confidence that she had thought she had lost, that she had thought the insanity had stolen away from her. It still etched her features in grey, but it no longer controlled her as it had before. There was still hope.

As the music changed to a much slower pace, she found herself swaying a little from side to side, her arms still crossed under her chest as she watched the couples on the dance floor. It was nice. Peaceful, even. As one from war, a sense of peace was a rare thing to come by indeed. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, just...different.

Sighing, she turned towards the DJ more fully, and brought a hand up to rest on her chin. "This music...it is quite slow. Will there be something more.... upbeat again later?" She inquired, much preferring the fast tempos of earlier, though finding a strange sense of appeal to the slowness of this current one.

Unlike her sister, Lifen was nowhere near late. It was safe to say she was rather on time - it was her escort that was late. She had been spending a short bit of time asking the taller nobleman about his sincerity about bringing her to this event. He had spent that time trying to remind himself why he even asked her to such a silly event, he said, but after a little bit of coaxing, she had successfully gotten him out of his regretting shell. So, taking a few more steps forward, she enjoyed the energy around her, trying to figure out her steps in this long red dress.

"Well, isn't this rather charming?" She asked herself out loud, hoping he heard it and would react also, her eyes gracing around the room, enjoying the sights and sounds. It felt more comfortable this year also - more horsemen too.

And then, the two points converged.

It was as if the gates of heaven themselves opened up with a chorus of ugly naked angel babies floating around, tiny little trumpets sounding the song of pure bliss.

"My Jack... It's like... It's like boob nirvana." The vampire's eyes sparkled and widened, clearly smitten. Lou didn't know what love felt like, nor had he ever cared to know, but for just a moment, he was sure it was a feeling like this. The boil sniffled, and quickly wiped what looked to be a tear from his eye. A very manly tear.

"She's your ghoulfriend? Can I watch?" Of course... All moments had to come to an end eventually. Lou looked expectantly between the two ladies as if they might make out like wild animals any moment, until the darker one mentioned something about knowing him.

"Hm? I don't know you." But wait. Lou's eyes narrowed as he more closely inspected her cleavage. "But your tits do look familiar, and I never forget a pair. Who are you, whimsical stranger?"

Hel's rather loud expulsion of incredulity at Mot's adeptness only made the witch blink, but she winced when Mot shouted.
"I was just being polite..." She pointed out, clearly a bit worried that she might have unintentionally caused some offense. Even though Hel did quite uproarious about it, the witch remained unconvinced enough that a pout began to form on her face. At least until it was time for hugs.
Huuugggsssssss
"Oh! So I do get to meet him! Most excellent, I had been hoping for such." Because ghoulfriends did not dish on their love lives and then neglect to introduce the subject of said stories to their fellow ghoulfriends. It went against the code.

But codes had to be put aside in favor of...
Boob nirvana?
Belladonna really frowned at that, for while she was more than happy with her lovelies... Well... This was just kind of... Weird. But, a wicked smile curled her mouth at his question and she lowered her head (careful of her crown!) to rest against a bit of Hel. It ended up just resting their cheeks together but hey that was good enough.
"It isn't a free show, you know."
But it was Hel's response that made the witch break her hold on the Reaper ghoul, for she hopped back a step to clap her hands together in glee.
"OH! Oh do we dislike this boil?" Belladonna sounded awfully happy about that, turning to smile at Lou, an expectantly gleeful look on her face. "Wait... Who is this boil?"