The lighting of Club Lotus bounced off the walls and swirled through the sea of bodies dancing on the main level. With each movement of the lights a new series of patrons were exposed under their glare. The boy sitting in the corner, constantly flicking a zippo lighter on and off couldn't figure out who he was looking for. Pyro had been at the underground club for almost three hours now, not knowing if his mark had come and gone. Magneto's voice rang through his head 'You'll not need a picture of this one, nor a description. Her mere presence will let you know that it is her'. "Presence my ass…" Pyro grumbled to himself as his eyes wandered over the crowd once more. He was about to leave when it hit him, this overwhelming need to turn and walk towards the left side of the dance floor. Pyro strode over, and that's when he felt her. He know knew of the feeling that Magneto had spoken of, this subconscious need to be near her, with her. If only he could tell where and who she was.
Pyro could feel her aura on all side of him, put could not place in his mind which girl around him was in fact her. The only physical description Magneto had given him was that she is 'Beauty, passion, and lust personified', to 18 year old Pyro, that meant anything with cleavage. He looked around again, but with a more purposeful glare this time and he saw her…
Dancing in the erratic lighting of Club Lotus Lexi Waldorf truly was a sight to be seen. Though the club was packed with beautiful young women, as only an elitist club as this could be, she stood out of the crowd like 'a god amongst insects' as someone had once told her. She was about 5'6" in height, but with the knee-length black and white leather boots she was wearing, her height easily sprang to 5'9". She wore a pleated white leather mini-skirt with black detailing, and a black leather halter top. Her hair, jet-black with gunmetal silver highlights would have been deemed her most striking feature if it weren't for her eyes. Two perfectly shaped lavender orbs, surrounded by a draping of long lashes in the blackest of black were the finishing touches on what had to be the most perfect face Pyro, or any man for that matter had ever seen.
After Pyro's gaze had been locked upon her for several minutes, Lexi suddenly stopped dancing, glanced in his direction, and made her way through the crowds and up to the empty V.I.P. booth. Pyro immediately remembered his mission and followed her…