Missi carefully examined the letter she had received. It was a blood red envelope, and had a dark red stamp. Opening it up, she found an invitation to a party. The note itself was blood red, much like the envelope, but it was dripping with blood. (After licking the delicious stuff off her fingers) She carefully read it. The Party simply read…
Dear Missi (Stupid name, no offense)
LOVE what you did to that bastard Duke, definity had it comin! So, you're showin up to my party. Lots of workin boys n drugs for ya! Plus, and most importantly, there's a guy I'd LOVE to introduce you to!
From your main man, Skinless Boy.
P.S He has a LOT of money!
P.S.S As do I… (Several emoji's used to mean sex, then directions)
Missi gave an annoyed sigh. She didn't want to accept this… but she was incredibly greedy. She was raised in poverty, and was always scratching and surviving until she killed Duke. She had the castle, and there was a vault with a ton of money, but she wanted...no, NEEDED MORE. It was like a craving inside her, begging to be satisfied. She didn't want to swallow her pride, and stay a trophy wife to some rich guy who would probably divorce her for someone younger and sexier, but she needed more. After getting all dressed, she went out, and took a cabbie. Eventually, she found it, a gigantic penthouse that scratched the sky. Nearly as soon as she walked in, she was hit with a blast of rave music blaring. After she got used to the music, she felt someone slap her on the back. "Ahhhh, Missi! Glad you could finally show! Clearly you took time to get dressed! Lemme guess, about 30 minutes, or a hour perhaps?" The voice sounded young, and definitely a British male. Missi turned around, and shrieked at what she saw. It was a boy without skin!
"YOU HAVE NO SKIN!"
"And what did I call myself in my note?"
Missi then remembered… Skinless Boy… She assumed it was just an alias, but it made sense. "Now, let's get some boys in here, for the lady of
the hour!" Skinless Boy snapped, and a muscular yet slender Incubus (Think someone from JoJo Part 5-8) dressed in fishnet appeared at her side. "Now, what kin I get ya, hon?" He said in a thick southern drawl. "Uhhhh, A Jack and Coke would be fine… Mr. Incubus…." Missi nervously replied as she ogled him. The Incubus chuckled. "Call me Candi. Also, I'll get that for ya. And Big Daddy?" Candi looked at Skinless Boy. "Vodka and wood alcohol mix, and later you can get some…. Sausage…" He put his finger against Candi's chest. The latter chuckled, and went to get their drinks. "Wait, sausage? You're not… You ain't sayin…. You… a 12 year old, has sex with…. EWWWWWWWWW!" Skinless Boy turned his head, confused. " Ain't you bi too?" Missi replied with "Well, yeah, but you're like, 12, and he's like… 20!" Skinless Boy laughed. "He's 14, and you thought he was 20? HA!" Missi had more questions than ever now, but then remembered she ogled him… and decided to stop it there to save what was left of her sanity. "Now then, the moment you've been waiting for, meet Ivan Terngenev!" Great… a Russian… probably some fat drunk. She prepared for the worst, but was surprised at what she saw. Ivan was some sort of giant dragonfly, a green one with red eyes and a needle-like had tiny wings, and hovered above his seat, looking around with curious eyes. "Pretty cute right?" Skinless Boy asked. "Yeah." replied Missi. "He's only 12."