Shock begins to spread throughout the ballroom as it echoes off of the wooden covered walls. Many people begin shouting or try to escape. Some begin to get suspicious and become distant to others. Miss Gold watches over the crowd scanning the many people in the groups. She counts 17 besides her, Mr. Verde, the maid, Miss. Thorn, Mr. Purple Suit, and Mr. Yellowstone. This is 23 guests, and a host in all. She couldn't even comprehend how big the staff must be. The chills begin to grow on her spine as she analyzes her situation; the odds were not in her favor. If the killer was here than they were masked, good liars, and well, dangerous. She keeps her mask next to her face like all the others do, besides Miss. Thorn and Mr. Verde, of course.

The fact that no one knew who each other was began to hit the others as she hears demands of "Who are you!" and "Are you on the list!" A man enters the room in a suit unlike the others and had lacked a mask. The butler. He begins to usher people one by one to their rooms spread all over the second and third floors of the house. Soon he has had everyone to a room besides her, Mr. Yellowstone and Mr. Verde.

He reaches her and asks her about allergies and preferences as the maid she saw earlier wrote down these minor details. She had no preference to the room and they soon led her to the back right corner room on the third floor of the house. Because it was a corner two of the walls were covered in large windows. The walls were a dark purple and the bead spread was a strong gold. The room had a door that led to a state of the art bathroom and a walk in closet. She explored the closet noticing how it was lacking of any clothes of any sort.

Knock. Knock.

She turns to the door where a tall man with messy brown hair stood. He leaned against it like he owned the place, which he did. She sat down on the bed watching him in the doorway. He was dressed differently now. His pants were dark wash jeans and he had on a dark green sweater. His hands held two glasses of wine. His mask wasn't on now and she could make out his chiseled features and his slightly unshaved face. He had on his signature smirk he always wore.

"Is that for me?" She asks.

"No, I always drink 2 glasses of wine at one time." He chuckles a tad as he walks toward her on the bed.

"Oh, what a shame."

"Well if you want mine I guess you can have it." He says handing her the glass.

"Oh, well try not to sacrifice to much." She smiles.

They sit at the bed watching each other closely when she feels his gaze on her body. Was he undressing her in his mind?

"Checking me out? I don't sleep with people that easily." She says ironically because less than a couple hours ago she was hoping for a one night stand.

"No, that's what the wine was for."

"Ahh, the try and get her drunk and sleazy tactic."

"Usually works."

She brings the wine to her mouth not breaking eye contact with him.

Knock. Knock.

"Dammit." He mumbles under his breath as they were interrupted.

The maid from earlier that evening walks in with a platter. Many different types of food were on it as she sets it on the dresser parallel to the bed. She comes over to the two as though she hadn't interrupted a thing, which she really hadn't.

"Miss Gold, may I ask your size. You must be tired of sitting in that dress. We are going to get clothing for you."

"Oh? Actually could I possibly get my own clothes?"

"Miss, I'm afraid we can't let you contact anyone outside of the house."

"Let me give you my address, will that work. I'll give you my key also,"

"Well I suppose that will work, Mr. Verde."

"Oh, yes, that will be just fine." He says waving her off barely acknowledging anything but Miss Gold.

The maid finally leaves, leaving the tray behind her. But Mr. Verde has already set down both his and Miss Golds' glasses and came to her side. He moves closer this time to where she could see small bits of his face she couldn't see before. Like his dimple on his chin and a minor scar by his ear on his cheek. His Hazel eyes glinted as he looked into hers.

She felt a strong attraction bolt through her as his hand slid around her waist bringing her towards him. He brings his lips towards her moving her mask out of the way letting it drop to the wooden floor. They begin to kiss lightly until she opened her mouth to his let his tongue slide in.

He takes her arms and puts them on the bed now fully on top of her. He leans back down to kiss her again and her arms move around his neck bringing him closer. Her hands move through his soft messy hair as their tongues slide and move together as though they were in sync.

She melted and moaned into his mouth feeling him get hot at the sound. Maybe she was getting the sex she was hoping for all night. He then breaks the entire enchanting kiss and stands up grabbing the two wine glasses. Confused Miss Gold sits up with a very disordered facial expression.

"What?" Was all she could mutter at him.

"I told you the wine would work." He said abruptly and left the room closing the door behind him.

Miss Gold flops back onto the bed in frustration. Why must he make her feel like a little girl again? No man in her 20 something years has made her feel so, irritated. Was he out to get her, or just out of spite. She sits back up and strips down to her black undergarments, throwing the large peacock dress to the side of the room until it made a large turquoise and gold pile. The takes off her heels in exasperation and throws them atop the dress after they hit the wall. She undoes her jewelry and puts them on the top of her bed stand.

She makes her way to the bathroom and looks in the mirror at her flawless face. It was a deep golden tan and her bright green eyes popped from the color contrast and the eyeliner. Her orange red hair curled down in its very 20's style. All of the colors juxtaposed and mixed to create the beautiful young woman standing there.

She makes her way to the shower and starts it. Looking in she could see purple, gold, and white shampoo and soap bottles. Even the loofa was white as it sits on the side of the jet tub. She finally takes off her clothing and gets inside to take a long hot shower.

Bang.

She stops and looks around the room to see if anything was going on. Trying not to shout out or make any loud noises she slowly turns off the shower. She grabs a white towel lined with gold and wraps it around herself. She looks around for some kind of weapon. She finally grabs a back scrubber, better than nothing, and makes her way out of the bathroom.

Entering the bedroom she looks around. A black figure makes its way toward the door. The butler.

"Wha-?What, What, What are you doing?" she says jumbled

"Your' clothes, Miss."

"She looks over to the bed where a wheeled in rack of clothing was. All were from her closet in her apartment. Accompanying it was her jewelry and make up. She sits down in shock and stares at the dark purple walls. The butler leaves closing the door behind him.

'Stop psyching yourself out!' she mind shouts to herself trying to get a hold of reality again. She starts to pace around the room trying to make up her mind as to what to do. She makes her way to the door clad in a towel and flips the lock.

She finds that in the closet is a small dresser already filled with her undergarments ad pajamas. She wheels in her rack of clothing, leaving it in the middle of the room. Her shoes lined the walls in many colors and sizes from heels to golden/bronze boots. Slipping into pajamas she goes to the bathroom once more. She brushes her teeth just in case and takes her birth control. The face stared back at her, bags were forming and fear struck her. She left the face to stay there as she made her way to the bed.

She eventually just lays staring at the ceiling, noticing it was all glass to where she could see the moon. It created a light beam from the top of the room to the door.

'How long am I going to be here?'

'I-I don't want to die'

'I never even got to say goodbye.'

Her eyes begin to water over with tears that she tried to bring back. She didn't think it was fair, that she had to live in this moment where someone was killing people. They didn't even know the killer was in the house. And the only person she knew didn't do it was, well, herself. She tosses and turns until finally sleep shadows over her and she slips in.

Her dreams flashed images and memories of yesterday. It was trying to put them together like a puzzle but the pieces were either too curved or too sharp. They wouldn't fit together but her mind knew that with more evidence, they would.

Her eyes open to the burning light of the white hot sun. She turns away from the window to her right and looks at her bed side table. 9:00.

"Ugh!" She growls loudly and finally gets up out of the relaxing, heaven like bed.

She enters the closet and wears her jeans and her bronze boots, she wore a turquoise flowing tank top. Her Jewelry was simple and gold. She made her way out of her room and down the two flights of stairs which led to the large foyer.

She makes her way to the dining room where she sees five or six people eating. Two of which she didn't know. The man at the far right end had long blonde hair and thick black glasses. He had dark wash jeans, a purple button up, and black tennis shoes. On the close right end was the stripper. She wore a bright red dress. It was tight and long sleeved, ending around her mid-thigh. Her tights were fully covering and black. Her shoes were black flats and she had silver jewelry. Her face was almost plain, save for the red lipstick. She cleaned up well; Miss Gold wouldn't believe she was a stripper from this point of view. On the left side in the middle was a young looking man in a white shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes. He had a gold earring and a gold watch. His eyes glinted bright yellow as he looked up at her.

He examined her up and down, not caring if she noticed. She didn't let it affect her and she sat in the seat across from him two up from Naomi and two down from the man in the purple. She made eye contact with him as he continued to poke at his food. He looked away once and a while to eat some but his eyes always found their way back to hers.

'Do I look away?' she wondered.

"Miss? Would you like something to eat?" said the long blonde haired maid to her.

"Oh, um, yes please. I don't care what."

"Yes, ma'am right away."

'Awkward. Silence.'

Her thoughts ran slowly as she examined everyone.. These people couldn't be killers, their so, nonthreatening. So many others were in this house though. So many people that could be off plotting and killing.

'Killers. Secrets. Others.'

'No, you have to stop thinking about this!'

No sounds are made in the room as everyone slowly eyes up each other. They were all thinking the exact same thing.

"Here you are Miss." The maid sets down the food gently and scurries off toward the kitchen again.

She eats her food slowly trying to read everyone in the room. Everyone had some kind of guard up, making it hard for her to tell what they are thinking.

'I can't let this bother me. It's the middle of the day, who would kill now? Oh no, now I wont be able to sleep tonight.'

She leaves her food half eaten suddenly feeling sick. Her and the man in the purple both get up and leaves. She leaves to the foyer again and feels him close next to her.

"Adam Pluot." He extends his hand stopping. She turns around and notices it. Her paranoia subsides a tad and she shakes it gently. Firm.

"For someone so, nerdy looking, you have quite the grip."

"I have brothers." He says as they continue to walk. To where? They don't even know.

"So, are you, scared?" She says randomly, regretting it, she tries to back track but words were already escaping his mouth.

"I think in a way we are all a tad frightened."

"Frightened? Try scared shitless." She says blandly as they walk towards the very back of the house.

"Makes sense." He says as he opens the door for her.

"Wow." She says as she looks around the room. It was the bedroom she had, but on the first floor. Two of the walls were glass, like hers. But no glass ceiling or purple walls. The walls were a light green. Outside the windows you could see many plants and some animals. Even inside the room had been filled with plants. There was a wicker table with matching chairs. A wicker couch that had many pillows embroidered on it.

Mr. Pluot sits on the couch with his legs slightly open and his arm resting on the couch. His long white blonde hair wafted over his glasses a tad. His dark rooms complimented his unbelievably masculine jaw line. She sits on the other side of the couch and watches him for a moment until he begins to speak.

"Okay, so to be blunt, are you the killer?" He says adjusting his glasses.

"What kind of stupid question is that?" She says shocked.

"I feel like if you were you would tell me, then kill me. It makes sense in my mind."

"I suppose, but no. Sorry to break your heart darling, but I'm not."

"Good. I didn't have a plan if you were." He says as a maid enters with tea.

'When did he call her?' she wonders as the tray is placed on the wicker and glass coffee table.

"So," he says sipping his tea. "I was wondering if we could become alliances."

"Alliances?"

"Like partners in crime, or more like solving crime."

"No, no, I got that partner, I was just wondering, why me?"

"My options were low, no offense. I have you 17 random people, a stripper, the obnoxious party host, a clumsy waitress, and a suspicious business man, not exactly the A-team."

She analyzes the situation a bit more. 'What if he was the killer?" Couldn't he kill her as soon as she joined his side. He was smart enough to get away with it. She didn't even know who this man was, but she didn't know who anyone here was for that fact.

"How do I know you aren't the killer? You have brains and a bit of muscle."

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, that I am afraid is impossible."

"Hmm?"

"I cringe at even the sight of blood, let alone being able to kill anyone."

"I don't know…."

"Please, I assure you, it couldn't have been me. I have an, ahem, alibi."

"Prove it." She says sternly hoping that his alibi was bullet proof.

"Well it was Naomi's break, and well during then the highest bidder got a private dance of sorts. And well, let's say I like to wave bills a little too much."

They stare for a moment, blush ran over his cheeks.

"Ha!" She laughs a loudly, and then they settle down to a couple short giggles. "that's great."

"Thanks." He says sarcastically now looking away from her.

"Alright, I'm in. Mr. Pluot."

"Professor Pluot."

"Alright, Professor Pluot." She says with an eye roll and a small laugh.

She grabs her tea and sips it, it was really good. She sets hers down, as Pluot does also. She brings her knees to her face and he continues to sit staring at her.

"So…" She says trying to break the awkward silence that echoed through the beautiful room.

He scoots a tad closer to her now almost touching.

'Damn small couch.'

He rest his arms on her knees resting his chin on his arm. 'Why was he moving so close?'

She examined his face and his long stylish blonde hair. His glasses thick rims were new and fashionable. Overall, for a professor, he was hot. 'No stop saying that!' she mentally yelled. The air smelled like mint, probably from his mint gum. It was hot as they breathed right on each other.

His arm moved from under her and he kneeled in front of her. His hands made their ways to her knees separating them. Until he could come in between them He scooted sandwiched between them resting in front of her waist in a fully clothed missionary position.

He brought his face down to hers until their foreheads touched. All she could see was his brown eyes. His hands reach to the sides of her face bringing her mouth to his. Their lips touch gently as they brushed together. He licked her lip as they spread open letting his tongue intrude.

The pit of her stomach began to sink as she liquefied into his movements. His hands make their way to her waist as her arms slide around his neck. He pulls back looking at her flawless face, taking in her beauty. She smiles at him when his lips come back to hers. His hands on her waist begin to grip tighter as they bring her against him harder.

Their waist move together as she could feel a bulge begin at the front of his pants. As she moved against him she could feel herself begin to get wet at the front. 'Just from making out?' She wonders. Her body feels the bulge was huge, not just big, huge. 'Damn, I'm going to like this.'

His hands now stop the movement and they come to the edges of her shirt lifting it over her head. She lays back onto the couch with her hand over her head. He stays in between her legs and rests his hands on the couch. His mouth makes its way to the side of her neck leaving small bights and tingling feeling along it.

The movement comes toward her bra where it licks around the edges, taunting and teasing her. His gentleness makes her squirm in pleasure. She arches her back as he unhooks her bra and drops it on the ground. She lays back to normal position and she can see her nipples were already hardened.

'He's going to think I'm easy.'

His fingers rub, prod, and squeeze them with his large strong hands. She lets out a small moan which earns her a smile. His face comes down to her chest as he sucks and licks all around. She wanted more now, more than he was giving her.

Once he pulled back up she began to undo his dark purple button down shirt. It falls backwards onto the couch revealing his chest. She was right he did have muscle. It was hard and firm, but not crazy ripped. Her hands trace down over the hardened muscle in long streaks. He leans back to her mouth where they kiss again like all of the passion in the world was centered around them.

Her closed eyes opened to see his glasses now off as he begins to undo her pants. He removes her shoes and slides the pant off. Her black lace underwear reveals its self and he look at the,, practically drooling. He backs up and she kneels on the couch now facing him. Kneeling at each other she wraps her arms around him and his arms around her waist.

He brings her toward him in a long hug that sends him on his back. She now straddles on top of him kissing him senseless. His hands play with the edges of her underwear that slides against his jeans. She begins to undo the buttons and slides them off slowly.

She sees his hardened friend and undoes his underwear. It comes out semi hardened and long. She runs her hands over it until it comes out completely hard. She lick the top causing a small arch of his back from him. Her mouth runs over it causing a moan here and there. Her mouth finally opens with an O and lets it enter. Only the top is inside as she runs up and down along it. She continues to let more and more enter until he is almost completely inside of her.

He closes her eyes as she runs over it letting herself be welled up in it all. He grabs her face and makes her atop and look at him. His entire member has left her mouth and she is now looking at him. She crawls over top of him so that their bodies are lined up.

He kisses her once more as he takes off her underwear. His hand finds its way in between her legs and runs over the wet surface.

"You're so wet." He says with a smile as his fingers rub around her clitoris. She bites back a couple moans but a few escape into is mouth.

"You're amazing." She says to him as a finger enters her. She lets out a sound that resembled a moan and he smiles again. He was pretty cocky for a nerdy guy. His fingers moves in and out of her. Sweat begins to form on both of them glistening with each on every movement that is made.

She sits up, hovering over his friend. He nods his head yes and she lovers onto it. They both let out a sound and he bucks his hips jamming into her. She bites her lip holding back some tears from the minor pain of it. He was huge.

She stared at the ceiling as she bobbed up and down on him making sounds together as she felt herself begin to come. She tried to hold back and continue the joyful movement. But she couldn't. She came down on top of him and hunched over. She felt him come inside of her, which made it far more enjoyable.

She looks at him from behind her curly red hair. He smiles at her between deep breaths. She removes him from under her and lays at his side. Her sweat covered back touched the back of the couch laying on her side. He lays on his back holding her against him. Her fingers traced over his chest making shapes, letters and numbers.

They lay in the quiet room as he played with her short wavy hair. Their sweaty bodies stuck together in the well lit room. The plants were beautiful and bright. It was almost dream like in the room. She may not know the man, at all, but it was just so perfect.

"I'm sorry." He says looking at her.

She looks up at him with bright green confused eyes.

"Hmm?"

"I took our, um, partnership to a whole new level." He says with a awkward smile, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.

"Don't be sorry, at all." She said with a small laugh moving against him more.

They both smiled at each other again. She pushed herself up a tad and looked around the room.

"What's wrong?" He says to her.

"Time?"

"Somewhere around 1 I'm guessing. Late breakfast."

"Aren't they going to notice if we miss lunch?"

"Let them." He says pulling her down on top of him her legs kneeling and her hands on the couch. He pulls her down to kiss him and he squeezes her as a tad.

"Okay." She says kissing him softly. She lays back down with him and they fall asleep in the beautiful green room.