Post by Catrice Strickland on Apr 12, 2017 20:52:55 GMT
A school dance. How adorable. Catrice was dressed to impress even though the occasion wasn't exactly something she was expecting to be worth her efforts. Still, she wasn't the sort of girl to be shown up by just anyone. Her green hair was topped with a black hat decorated with gold and silver. A black, lace-edged bustier with an attached pink and black collar framed her womanly assets while a colorful corset accentuated her trim waist and the delicate swell of her hips. The shorts she wore were very short indeed, but made of the sort of sleek black fabric usually reserved for high end men's suits. They were a bit puffy, almost like a pair of gothic lolita bloomers, to add a touch of cuteness to the otherwise sexy outfit. Under that were thigh-high socks; one pink, the other orange. On her feet were a pair of red stiletto pumps with pointed toes. She was dressed to kill, though she wasn't planning on any murder tonight.
Cat moved amongst the throng of fellow students like a shark, deliberate and potentially lethal. Her looks were striking enough and the slinking prowl with which she moved only drew more glances as people unconsciously made room for her to pass. Passing by one of the refreshments tables, she paused, pondering. A sharp, wicked grin spread slowly across her face and she stalked over to the table with intent.
First, she snagged a cookie from the tray of sweet offerings before dipping a finger into the punch. Withdrawing it, she licked her fingertip and looked quite smug. Then she helped herself to a glass. The contents of the punch still appeared the same as before but now they were a chemical cocktail the likes of which few would expect. With a touch and a little effort, Cat had shifted the chemical composition of the fruity refreshment in a rather extreme direction. It was still punch, of course, but now it contained a decent alcohol percentage that would be difficult to tell from taste. Add to that a much smaller amount of LSD and the night should become much more entertaining. And if the other students' serotonin levels were never the same again? No skin off Cat's back. Taking a sip of the punch in her cup, the smiled.
Cat moved amongst the throng of fellow students like a shark, deliberate and potentially lethal. Her looks were striking enough and the slinking prowl with which she moved only drew more glances as people unconsciously made room for her to pass. Passing by one of the refreshments tables, she paused, pondering. A sharp, wicked grin spread slowly across her face and she stalked over to the table with intent.
First, she snagged a cookie from the tray of sweet offerings before dipping a finger into the punch. Withdrawing it, she licked her fingertip and looked quite smug. Then she helped herself to a glass. The contents of the punch still appeared the same as before but now they were a chemical cocktail the likes of which few would expect. With a touch and a little effort, Cat had shifted the chemical composition of the fruity refreshment in a rather extreme direction. It was still punch, of course, but now it contained a decent alcohol percentage that would be difficult to tell from taste. Add to that a much smaller amount of LSD and the night should become much more entertaining. And if the other students' serotonin levels were never the same again? No skin off Cat's back. Taking a sip of the punch in her cup, the smiled.
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