Summer 2011
It was one of those rare days in her job. As the new day time person for the King of Louisiana Kiara didn't often have nights to herself. With running errands during the day and trying to run her own business it was a miracle she was still sane and even sleeping. It didn't help that things between her and her 'boss' had gotten too complicated since they'd slept together that one night. Here she thought it would be just a fling, a night to satisfy an itch but ever since then they had gotten close, maybe too close. It also didn't help that Eric Northman kept asking her to report on the King's activities. One would say Eric was more interested in Bill than she was.
That being said the King had told his staff he would be out of town at a meeting and they were free to take the day and night off. While most of the staff decided to go relax and spend time with family Kiara was relegated to her second job at her own company. She knew exactly where the King was headed as her company and EEE were catering the event. It was a sort of charity dance, where for a good sum of money any vampire could improve their public image. All they had to do was donate to a cause and BAM suddenly they're a good guy.
That being said Kiara wasn't really looking forward to it. She was one of the dancers, sponsoring a charity that helped bring clean water and food to underprivileged kids in the world. She would have to wear a sort of masquerade mask over her face but the rest of her body would be mostly bare. A tight tube top, a micro skirt and tightly woven fishnet stockings with matching heels. Her arms and stomach would be all exposed which was the idea. Show a little flesh, flirt a little and get the rich vampires to cough up all their money was the idea behind the dance. That being said, as she finished her shower she felt tired. She wanted to go home and sleep. But then a thought crossed her mind. The master of ceremony had told all the dancers that if a particular person donated a very VERY large sum of money to their charity in a sense that person would automatically win a date with the dancer. That meant that once that magic number was reached the dancer was free to leave with the person who won, be it human or vampire.
This gave Kiara a very wicked idea. She knew JUST how to reach that number and go home with someone whom she wouldn't mind going home with. So after she put on her signature belly ring, a gift from a certain vampire she grabbed her phone and took a picture before sending it via text.
"While the vampire is away the wolf will play. But can the vampire bring the wolf back home with him instead?" she captioned the photo.
She grinned. Surely the recipient of the photo would be able to stop the belly ring among all the dancers. Surely he would be shelling out all the money in the world as that typical vampire territorialism would kick in. He wouldn't allow any of the other vampires or humans for that matter to win her with their own donations. This would mean she wouldn't have to spend all night dancing, she'd be able to go home early and maybe JUST maybe earn herself yet another day off if she played her cards right.
She scrolled through her contacts and grinned as she found the one labeled "Bill Compton" and sent the image, knowing he wouldn't reply as he had stated before: he hated using the number keys to type.
It was one of those rare days in her job. As the new day time person for the King of Louisiana Kiara didn't often have nights to herself. With running errands during the day and trying to run her own business it was a miracle she was still sane and even sleeping. It didn't help that things between her and her 'boss' had gotten too complicated since they'd slept together that one night. Here she thought it would be just a fling, a night to satisfy an itch but ever since then they had gotten close, maybe too close. It also didn't help that Eric Northman kept asking her to report on the King's activities. One would say Eric was more interested in Bill than she was.
That being said the King had told his staff he would be out of town at a meeting and they were free to take the day and night off. While most of the staff decided to go relax and spend time with family Kiara was relegated to her second job at her own company. She knew exactly where the King was headed as her company and EEE were catering the event. It was a sort of charity dance, where for a good sum of money any vampire could improve their public image. All they had to do was donate to a cause and BAM suddenly they're a good guy.
That being said Kiara wasn't really looking forward to it. She was one of the dancers, sponsoring a charity that helped bring clean water and food to underprivileged kids in the world. She would have to wear a sort of masquerade mask over her face but the rest of her body would be mostly bare. A tight tube top, a micro skirt and tightly woven fishnet stockings with matching heels. Her arms and stomach would be all exposed which was the idea. Show a little flesh, flirt a little and get the rich vampires to cough up all their money was the idea behind the dance. That being said, as she finished her shower she felt tired. She wanted to go home and sleep. But then a thought crossed her mind. The master of ceremony had told all the dancers that if a particular person donated a very VERY large sum of money to their charity in a sense that person would automatically win a date with the dancer. That meant that once that magic number was reached the dancer was free to leave with the person who won, be it human or vampire.
This gave Kiara a very wicked idea. She knew JUST how to reach that number and go home with someone whom she wouldn't mind going home with. So after she put on her signature belly ring, a gift from a certain vampire she grabbed her phone and took a picture before sending it via text.
"While the vampire is away the wolf will play. But can the vampire bring the wolf back home with him instead?" she captioned the photo.
She grinned. Surely the recipient of the photo would be able to stop the belly ring among all the dancers. Surely he would be shelling out all the money in the world as that typical vampire territorialism would kick in. He wouldn't allow any of the other vampires or humans for that matter to win her with their own donations. This would mean she wouldn't have to spend all night dancing, she'd be able to go home early and maybe JUST maybe earn herself yet another day off if she played her cards right.
She scrolled through her contacts and grinned as she found the one labeled "Bill Compton" and sent the image, knowing he wouldn't reply as he had stated before: he hated using the number keys to type.
