The dress Eve wore at the auction house: .
This is the mask Eve wore at the auction: 00/s/NTAwWDM3NQ==/z/gRcAAOxycmBSyJqj/$_ ?set_id=2
I stood in the middle of a changing room, donning a dress that Uta had brought for me as I had stated to him that I didn't have anything for fancy occasions. So here I stood wearing a short sleeved black dress with a white under layer that reached the floor, it looked like something a Lady from the Victorian 1800's would wear. It was absolutely beautiful and looked so out of place on a person like me. My two toned hair, piercings and tattoo's looking more then obscure next to the elegant dress. I frowned at my reflection, suddenly wishing to be back in my old clothes as I sighed before pushing back some of my now curled locks.
"Is there a problem with the dress?"
I turned to face that man that had entered my room silently, confused as to how I didn't hear him enter. My thoughts were soon ignored, taking in the fancy dark suit he wore. It was elegant, added with a Gothic touch; just like him. I felt my face heat up slightly at the sight of him, he looked... handsome. I turned back to my reflection, eyes tearing away from the stunning ghoul and now resting on the dress I wore.
"No, it's beautiful."
"Then why the long face?"
"I guess I'm just not used to such attire. Thank you Songbird, I love it."
I turned on my heeled ballet pumps to face the ghoul with a cheeky grin on my face as his own lips twitched upwards.
"I'm glad you like it, I went for an Old English style since you're originally from there. But I think you'll like this even better."
He walked over to me and held up a small pink bag in his hands that was tied with black lace at the rim. I blinked at it before I figured it was my mask and smiled gently, he slowly pulled off the ribbon and reached his hand into the silken bag before pausing to look at me.
"Close you're eyes."
I quirk an eyebrow, my lips forming a thin line of annoyance as I folded my arms over my chest in a huff.
"Really? You're playing this game?"
"Yes, doesn't it make it more fun?"
He tilted his head cutely at me as I sighed a little before closing my eyes with a grimace.
"Alright then. Put it on."
I felt a cold metal pressed to my eyes as he tied what I guessed was a silk ribbon around the back of my head. He slid his hands around the length of my head, resting his gloved finger pads on the lower part of my cheek and just under where the mask stopped. I flinched when I felt something soft graze the bare part of my shoulder, it felt like hair. My eyes flickered yet remained closed as I heard a long inhale being taken by my ear.
"Songbird..."
"I'm sorry, but it's nice to take in your natural scent without the dog smell lingering on you."
"Songbird."
My tongue clicked as a soft chuckle left his lips making me feel cold for a second before he spun me around to where I knew the mirror was. I felt his arms snake around my hips and his chin rest on my shoulder as I shuddered at the feeling of his breath on my neck.
"You can look now."
I fluttered my eyes open to stare at the mask on my face, it was a thinly layered metal woven skull; beautiful. But I couldn't help but notice the man stood behind me; with me. We looked like an elegant portrait couple as I noticed he had slid his own mask on, one that reminded me of a witchdoctor.
"So what do you think?"
"It's beautiful, but why a skull?"
"Do you really have to ask that?"
I chuckled bitterly to myself as I lent back into the male, resting my shoulders against his front as I tipped my head to get a better look at the silver mask resting on my features, gaping patches visible.
"It doesn't hide much though."
"I couldn't cover too much of that beautiful face of yours. I wanted to display your eyes as well as your piercings; so I was limited."
"Doesn't that deny the point of a mask then?"
"No, because it reflects who a person really is inside."
"I thought they were to hide who you really were."
"They are."
I sighed heavily, pressing my hands over his gloved ones that were still wrapped around my waist, feeling the soft and warm cotton on my fingers.
"You're a confusing man Songbird. I don't understand a single thing about you."
"And I could say the same about you."
I smiled a little before pulling his hands from around me to step forward and turn to face him.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes."
I felt unnerved not being able to see his face, but smiled at his outstretched arm no less and took it into both of my hands as he led me down a few corridors until we reached a large open area that was filled with people. My mouth fell open at all the extravagant couples littered around the room; they looked like royalty. I clutched onto Uta's arm tightly, feeling more than out of place at this fancy event. I felt him rest his opposite hand over one of my own, warming me to the touch instantly. I turned to look up at him, about to speak until someone came waltzing over to us.
"Hey! How's it going U-Chan? Didn't think you'd make it to this one."
"I decided to make an exception."
"Oh? Who's the new girl?~"
The woman before me lent down so she was eye level with me as I stared into her toothy designed clown mask, unable to see her eyes or expression through it.
"She's a new interesting one."
The woman tilted her head to stare at Uta silently, as I flicked my eyes back and forth between their silent conversation. She stood upright before placing her hands on her curvy and elegant hips and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her perfect figure.
"Well she certainly looks interesting, nice catch U-Chan.~"
I averted my attention away to face a man walking around with a platter of thinly sliced meat who noticed my look before sauntering over.
"Hors d'ouvre my lady?"
"Er, sure."
I picked up one of the sticks that held the Sashimi looking meat as I popped it into my open mouth and chewed gently. This didn't taste like Sashimi... pork? But you can't serve raw pork… what is it? Not a second later I felt Uta's lips brush my ear, whispering so quietly I barely caught it even at this close proximity.
"I wouldn't swallow that."
I suddenly felt nervous as sweat began to form on my temples and underarms. Just what… had I put into my mouth? I pushed the meat under my tongue to hide it as I smiled toothily to the waiter before turning back to Uta's and the unknown woman's circle. She stared at me for a second before laughing lightly in Uta's direction.
"The shows about to start so you better get to a good spot."
Uta nodded before the woman walked away. Once she was out of sight I made a sour face as I went to put my fingers in my mouth to remove the what-I-now-guessed-to-be human meat but Uta's grip on my hand tightened as he turned and lent over me.
"Don't look suspicious."
I blinked up at him in horror, just what was I supposed to do then?! Uta stared me down for a second before he lifted his mask slightly to reveal the lower half of his face and leant forward, pressing his lips against my own. My eyes widened at the soft contact, my head spinning in circles at what was happening right now. The ghoul slipped his tongue into my mouth as my body froze on the spot, my face probably rivalling a cherry right now. I lifted my tongue, fully aware of what he was doing as he pulled the meat into his own mouth before pulling his lips away and dropping his mask once more. I clamped my mouth tightly and clenched my teeth, hearing my own heartbeat loud and clear in my ears as I refused to make eye contact. I knew he wanted an inconspicuous way of taking the food from my mouth so the other ghouls wouldn't see, but it was still embarrassing as hell! Uta clasped my hand once more, leading me away from the crowds. I said nothing as he pulled me along until we stopped at a wide open space with barely any people. I gathered my composure and cleared my throat.
"Aren't you going to mingle?"
"Is that what you really want to ask?"
"No, I was just making small talk to build up to it."
"So?"
I shifted my eyes to look up at the blank mask he was wearing, unable to see his eyes through the dark holes.
"That woman was a ghoul yes? As is everyone here? That's why they're all wearing masks?"
"It could just be a masquerade."
"Not a chance in hell. Plus there was just that meat incident."
I felt his grip tighten on my hand as he tilted his head down to look at me, a smile formed on my lips as I knew I was right.
"What type of auction is this Songbird?"
My words came out rough, and despite my smile I was afraid to know the answer. I swallowed lightly at his lack of response, shrugging my shoulders as I turned away from him to face the stage which was still yet to open its curtains. It's been a long time since I was surrounded by ghoul's… A ghoul's auction? I can't help but wonder how this will turn out...
