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Llyr felt Pachua's hand on his face and made a soft hum, turning his face into it. The happiness he felt was almost overwhelming; he thought he might melt from the sheer warmth and pleasure that was currently being radiated towards him.

"I am not sure how I managed to win your heart," he mumbled, and Llyr reached for Pachua's hand, lacing their fingers together. "But I am very, very grateful."

Deszeld was a quick study, and she had to admit that it was even a little fun. When she took Aisha's hand she began to move in just the way that the zombie did, though she barely heard the shouted words directed at her. It didn't matter anyway. The music was great, and Deszeld was actually enjoying herself - though, honestly, she always kept an eye out for the warder.

Aisha wasn't totally naive. She knew that Holly's presence hung over the both of them. Deszeld wasn't exactly sneaky when her eyes intently stared out searchingly around them. Aisha's own thoughts were the opposite, to avoid the Warder, but the intention of each girl somehow matched.

The zombie felt that sudden flare of anger that whispered 'not fair', that made her want to have Holly feel just as bad as she did.

So she had as best a time she could with Deszeld, and left the other ghoul out.

Zar's day had been extremely stressful. The dress was gorgeous and expensive, but it was also a dress. He had never really worn them, though he had helped his mother put on a great number of them in his youth. He did not have anyone to help him put on this one. The Incubus did not cope well with new things, his imagination was not very strong at the best of times and faced with new tasks without clear instructions he wanted to retreat from them.

In fact, as he made his way to the salon he found himself wishing that he could simply back out, that he could say he would not go to the dance and instead hide in his room in his unpinned form, away from the eyes of other people and away from trying to look attractive for a fairly unappreciative audience.

But he did not understand the mark and was slightly afraid of it, so he kept going regardless, choosing hairstyles he knew nothing about and decor he hoped would match but had no idea about either. He spent the day frazzled, trying to learn a hundred new things and to pretend it had been easy.

Standing in front of the mirror hours later, finally dressed and finally neat he felt like he was looking at some other shape, so far from himself as to be almost unrecognizable to his own eyes. He looked ethereal, tall, slender and slightly alien, his figure accentuated in slender curves, the dress low cut in all the right places. His horns, hooves and claws were plated with a chrome like silver and even his markings faded to glittering silver edging. He moved differently, his tail low to the ground, sleek and effortless, hips swaying as he placed his hooves daintier, more carefully as not to stumble, he held his horns high. Attractiveness came easily to him, even if nothing else would.

When Barth kissed the mark there had been a twist of emotion or sensation, he could not tell which, and he did not understand if it had been the mark itself or simply his own mind.

He provided the rest of his tail to ease the burden of movement for Barth, something to prop him up or lean on.

The link on Zar's end was dead and cold, locked off lest Barth perceive any hint that Zar felt anything other than pleasant confidence. Outwardly he seemed to be in a good mood himself, a little proud and triumphant that he had made it to this point, out in public.

He noted the other demon's response to the dance itself but did not understand the reason, so of course he made up a hundred, a thousand other reasons he could feel that way. Zar himself was simply impressed, finding the blacklight gorgeous, his own colours brought out stark and vivid against the black. Even the tesla coils were like nothing he had seen, fascinating and beautiful in equal measure.

But once again, as always, he pushed down his sentimental admiration as deeply inappropriate and returned his focus to being as pretty as he could possibly be.

"Something the matter?" he asked coolly, though he didn't really want to know the answer.

AJ
"Oh... I hope you have great fun in this then. A fans of Jack Skellington? He's really awesome and the myths about him are fun. So you are from a wealthy family, do you have maid or butler of you own then?" AJ asked with a harmless smile, nothing pushy or sharp, just a curious friend wanted to know more of another new friend. "I come from a middle-income family, an oasis surrounded in desert, but it's modern, like Halloween Town but bigger.

The boil chuckled freely at the ghoul's comforting words, so cute Camilla was. "Thank you, but I am the type that dresses stylish but makes explosions and chemical splashes a lot, look at my lab coat, I think soon I need to get a new one." The boil first frowned at the trouble then winked impishly towards the dormouse. "See, AJ! See? I said this glasses will fit me so well, though it's weird to see things in horizontal stripe. Hehe, AJ, you will look like a prisoner if the stripes are darker in color." The Head giggled and had its head moved up and down. "This handsome boil here is Dwa, Dwa the handsome Head!" It proudly gave out its name.

"Hmm... the photo booth, sounds like a good idea, others too." The boil was amused by how cheerful and excited the ghoul was, she was so eager to try them all. "You know where they were, lead the way please, my lady." AJ seldom reject a request from ladies, so he said with a grin and gestured his partner. The tangled relationships brought by this auction entertained his in many ways, so his mood was extremely great.

Talking about partners, how about the two of him? He had texted them but no replies so far, he was a bit worried and decided to send another one later or even go to pick them up. There, he noticed he missed two texts from the witch.

He quickly typed one back just didn't want Maple to think she was ignored.



AJ made a startled face as he read the messages from Maple, knowing she bade on three creeple and won. He was so happy for her though surprised alittle, but not happy that she was cheated by the nasty wolf. That was why he asked for the remaining creeple to see if there would be anymore dangers for Maple. Maple is cute and adorable, she would definitely attract boils' attention but she was quite gullible and innocent at the same time that she trusted easily, it made the serpent dragon worried.

Putting the phone back into pocket, AJ followed after Camilla and assisted her when she stumbled, poor ghoul, that pair of boots didn't look quite comfortable to her.

As she got closer to the door her excitement grew it was harder and harder to keep her tail from waving itself back and forth almost like a dog wagging with joy. As the familiar sight of the boil came into view Kier waved and greeted him with a grin to match his own excitement. She laughed as she returned Van’s high five, “Thanks, you look pretty handsome yourself tonight.” She didn’t mind his endless energy or his habit that he didn’t seem capable of standing still for very long; it was fun and something new.

“Yea well I saw your hightops the other day and I have a closet full of them sooo I thought it would be perfect to wear them.” She looked at as he mentioned her playing bass and realized something was a little different with his face. “OH cool I really love your face paint it really glows in the black light.” There was a huge grin on her face, as he looked closer at it, it was way better than the paint she tried to do.

“OH well… Oh how about a photo! I think there is a photobooth around right? Maybe we could do that first and then dance?” Jumping a little she hoped that he wouldn't mind not dancing right off the bat.

"They aren't theories." Zar said. "They are facts. But it hardly matters does it? My tail is hopefully an acceptable seat if the need arises." He felt a little out of his depth, there were a lot of people here, it would be very easily to accidentally brush against someone in passing and end up burdened with their own feelings about the event.

The being a little out of his depth turned into a lot as Barth mentioned feeling the event did not have enough science. It was something he could not fix or adapt to, some aspect where even as malleable as he was he couldn't shape to make it any better.

"How would you add more science to an event of this nature?" he asked, but it was with slightly more hopelessness than he would have otherwise liked.

"And erm. I..well .." His enthusiasm was put away on its shelf. "I don't know." If it was really as disappointing as Barth was making out, he wasn't about to be excited about it.