Day 3: 26th May 2015

Jellal was a successful, young millionaire who owned the luxurious chains of hotels that were famous for having the utter most classic feel and the sheer amount of money you would need to afford even the cheapest of rooms. Tonight was the 10th anniversary of the opening of the first hotel and to celebrate Jellal was throwing a party only for the rich and wealthy at the hotel located in the capital. Jellal hoped tonight he would build up even more money and success than he already had but also for something a little more lustful. Jellal wanted to get lucky. But he didn't want any girl who threw themselves at his feet, he wanted someone special, someone hard to get. He wanted a fresh challenge.

Jellal wasn't the nicest of men, in fact he could be cruel at certain times. Being young and wealthy meant women were always at his feet begging him to marry them. Jellal had found the best way to deal with this would be to step over them and get on with his business. He didn't care much anymore for people's feelings, it was just fun and living the life of luxury.

When his limousine arrived at the entrance to the hotel, the footman came and opened the door for him and Jellal stepped out into the night air. The grand building before him brought a sense of pride to Jellal's heart as he knew it was all his. He walked inside where one of the staff members escorted him to the party. He stepped into the lift, the staff member pushed the button for the floor and the doors started to close leaving silence in the elevator. But just before the doors touched, a red square was shoved through them and the doors re-opened. Great, another delay. But just as that thought crossed Jellal mind a pretty woman stepped into the lift making him reconsider his thoughts. She was a bit shorter than him with scarlet hair tied into a loose pony-tail held by pink flowers. A sparkling diamond necklace hung round her neck glistening in the dull light of the elevator. Her slender figure was accentuated by the tight bodice of her pink, red and white dress. A large bow was neatly tied behind her waist which led down to her skirts forming a bell shape. The girl was also wearing gloves that matched the colour of her hair and held a square, tiny bag that she had used to stop the doors from shutting her out. Jellal's eyes met with the girls chocolate coloured ones and she gave him a playful smirk. After she turned her back to him, where Jellal couldn't help but notice all the bare skin revealed by the low back of the dress, silence settle again before the doors of the elevator closed. Everything shuddered before they slowly lifted off the ground.

"Excuse me." The girl turned around and stared Jellal straight in the eye catching him slightly off guard. "Would you hold this for me please?" She batted her eye lids innocently holding up her blood red bag.

Jellal smirked but took the bag from her and held it up. He was liking the way this girl played. The girl opened the bag and pulled out crimson lip stick and a mirror. She took a quick glance at Jellal before concentrating on the mirror and applying her lip stick. Jellal didn't take his eyes off her once. After her lips were smeared with the blood coloured substance, she looked up at Jellal and slowly but seductively pressed her lips together before pouting. Damn that's hot.

The lift gave a ding, breaking the magic of the moment and the girl clicked the lip stick lid on and turned on her heel where she disappeared out of the elevator. Jellal was in a daze for a moment before the staff member prompted him with a 'sir?'. Only then did Jellal notice that still in his hands was the blood red bag the lady had asked him to hold.

Another smirk crossed Jellal's features as he thanked the hotel staff member, which was unusual for him, and entered the party strangely excited.

A few gambling stations were dotted around the large hall with a brightly lit stage where a jazz band were performing. Jellal was encouraged over to a station by a familiar business partner.

"Ultear, I'm glad you accepted my invitation." Jellal walked over to her and caught her in an embrace.

"Ah well I couldn't just ignore an invitation to what seems to be a grand party. By the way, are red hand bags the new fashion for men? If so I must say you look rather classy." Ultear gave a short laugh at her end statement while Jellal held the mysterious woman's bag up.

"I must say Ultear, I've never been that into fashion but when I saw this my heart was stolen." Jellal replied and they both laughed together.

"Well now I know what to buy my brother for his birthday. You seem more happy than usual at an event like this, what's gotten into you?"

"It's a special occasion for me, am I not allowed to be happy?" Jellal answered with another question earning an eye roll from Ultear.

"By the looks of it it must be some girl."

"What if it is? I think it's high time I enjoyed myself like this."

"Just don't let rumours spread Jellal. For your own safety. Have fun at the rest of the party."

"Take care." Jellal waved as Ultear trotted off into the crowds of drunk men and bickering women. Parties always did have a tendency to turn out like this but Jellal would always keep his distance from it.

As Jellal looked around for someone else to socialise with he noticed a pair of women staring at him and giggling to each other. I really should get rid of this bag, knowing these people soon there will be rumours that I'm gay. Jellal, though being wealthy himself, never really like many rich people. They were always too arrogant and obsessed with money, too cunning and greedy. To him money was just a thing to buy luxuries but if you were obsessing with money while you had those luxuries the point of having them was lost. Lots of them were selfish and would spread silly little rumours round if they thought it would get them even the smallest of profit. He wouldn't argue though, he just went along and pretended he would do the same thing.

Jellal, now becoming bored, walked over to one of the waiters and leaned close to his ear.

"Return who ever's bag this is then bring the person to me, I'd like to talk to them." Jellal whispered and flashed the card that showed he was the owner of the hotel.

The waiter bowed before heading off into the crowds. Jellal then turned away and headed back into the party.

The evening had reached its climax and Jellal was growing increasingly hot, bothered and more than anything bored. There was still no sign of the girl he had met in the lift and so all he had talked to were a couple of old geezers and some women who seemed too drunk to know the difference between a bed and a cow. No one had come remotely near to sparking his interest like she did. She seemed to be the only thing he could think about. As Jellal was about to go and get another glass of water, he didn't want to become a drunk fool like many others had, he spotted a flash of crimson on a balcony. Quickly, he forgot about his water, and pushed his way through the crowd desperate to get to this girl. What if she's with someone else now? The thought crossed his mind but he quickly brushed it aside with the fact he'd just have to re-claim her. But as he reached the balcony Jellal was struck down with disappointment. The girl was not there, she was not anywhere, Jellal was close to loosing hope.

"If you're looking for someone perhaps I could help?" A voice spoke calmly from behind the blue haired man.

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary. You see, I've just found who I was looking for." Jellal turned around as his previous agitations faded away.

"Is that so? Well if I am of no use-" she started to turn away when Jellal gently grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Who said you were of no use? Your company is of great use to keep me entertained."

"Ah, so you find the people here as lacking in amusement and humour as I do." The girl replied.

"They are nothing more than wealthy fools tumbling over their own money."

"And you're not?" The girl raised a questioning eyebrow as she took a step closer to him.

"Well maybe if you follow me I could show you how much more I am." Jellal suggested in a low husky voice.

"You're going to have to try harder than that." The girl, who was inches away from Jellal's lips now pulled back and the distance between them grew once more. Jellal almost felt cold where her body had once been.

"What are you proposing?"

"A game. Best of three. Winner gets to go to top. The loser...let's just say they will be under the winners command." The girl suggested.

"Deal." But before Jellal had even finished the word the girl had once again mysteriously disappeared.

"She is definitely something." Jellal muttered under his breath but became more excited for the challenge facing him.

Jellal made his way through the crowds up to a gambling station where he paused and looked round for the woman.

"Can I help you sir?" The dealer at the station made Jellal jump and think of an answer.

"Um...I'd like to play a one on one, best of three." Jellal asked.

"Of course sir. May I ask who you will be playing against?"

"That'll be me." A red gloved hand placed itself beside Jellals arm and he turned his head to find the girl he had challenged. "Sorry, was I late?" She cocked her head and looked intensely into his eyes.

"No just on time."

"I will now shuffle the cards, please wait a moment sir, mad'am." The dealer nodded then concentrated on the cards in his hand.

"He seems rather robotic, is that a standard you set all your staff?" The scarlet haired woman leaned and whispered in Jellal's ear.

His heart started pumping faster as he felt her sweet breath on his cheek.

"Before we start, can I ask for the name of the beautiful woman I am playing." Jellal requested trying to sound as charming as possible.

"What does it matter? If you still see me tomorrow I'll give you my name." She stated intently into Jellals hazel eyes refusing to back down.

"This isn't an excuse for forgetting your name is it?" Jellal had a cheeky grin on as he picked up the cards the dealer just placed on the table.

"So what if it is? I'll remember tomorrow." The crimson haired woman picked up her set and they started paying.

The game lasted an hour and a half of which Jellal won the first round but then mysterious lady won the second, leading the third to be the fate decider. Jellal found his eyes wondering to he woman's neckline at the necklace that gently hung around her neck. Jellal knew each diamond was real and could see the fine craftsmanship that had been put into making it. The length and shape if the necklace suited this lady so well, he believed the necklace had been hand-tailored for her. She caught him staring at her necklace and as their eyes met for the thousandth time that evening, Jellal noticed how her eyes sparkled like the diamonds around her neck. She wasn't just some beautiful lady, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Eventually Jellal lost that game leading to an over all victory to the lady.

"So I lost. When do we start?" Jellal quickly cut to the chase, he felt he had waited too long this evening already.

"Meet me in room 407 in thirty minutes. And be ready." She smiled boastfully at her success before skipping off and submerging into the crowd.

How the hell did I find someone like her? Jellal thought as he grew more hungry for what would happen next.

Twenty five minutes later and Jellal had already excused himself from the party, wanting nothing more than to get to room 407, where a night full of pleasure would be awaiting him. He reached the lift, almost punched the key 4, and silently let it take him up. Once he reached the floor, Jellal practically sprinted down the hall and upon reaching the room he straitened his tie before knocking. As his first knock hit the door the door moved slightly and Jellal realised it was already open. He entered the room and shut the door before turning round to face the bed where the white cotton sheets were. That's strange shouldn't she be here? Jellal then noticed something sparkling on the bed. He walked closer to observe. It was the diamond necklace the girl was wearing earlier. On the back was a silver label with the words Erza Scarlet engraved into it. Then he noticed the light breeze that was making the room ever more cold. The window was open. Jellal rushed over to the edge with the diamond jewelry in hand. Damn, he thought. Just damn.

Hey all! So now I'm going to write a bit about how I was inspired to write this one shot.

This idea has been on my mind for a while but I wasn't sure how to do it. The inspiration for this actually came from a dating SIM by Voltage Inc called Kissed By The Baddest Bidder. It's really popular in European countries and is about hotels, gambling, the black market e.c.t. I always imagined having my favourite characters placed in a swanky hotel acting all seductive would be interesting.

Anyway, when I saw diamonds as a theme for today, this wasn't my original plan. The plan was that it would be one set in the Fiore with the FTA and secret agents rather than a real world AU. I was also going to heavily link the story to the song 'Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend'. This idea was also inspired by another dating SIM by Voltage Inc (they are too good for words) called Our Two Bedroom Story, and actually as Jellal owns Crime Sorciere Weekly magazine, he'd publish an article about diamonds being so-called a Girls Best friend.

After realising I had two well-founded ideas I started writing both but found myself thoroughly enjoying this one a lot more than the other which was quite hard to try and write. So giving the other one up, I continued with this one and here it is. I'm not saying the spelling and grammar is great or anything because oh my God there are probably so many mistakes.

This was meant to be humorous to lighten the tone set by yesterday's which was a bit heavy. I hope you enjoyed it and another one shot will be here tomorrow! I think today is the longest one I've written so far! This is Stephano over and out.