Camille had received an invite to attend the extravagant ball, hosted by the newly single, richest lord from a connection of a connection. As she strolled up towards the large palace set before her Nikita seemed to growl with annoyance in her head. Do we truly need to play with these flesh bags? Camille grunted, the beast with in her stirring with uneasiness. The thought of being surrounded by a sea of bodies didn't sound enticing to her either but there was going to be free booze and that was enough to make her commit to the invite.

The large double doors were pushed open for her by two doormen that said nothing. Her dark ocean blue orbs drank in the grand hallway, a smirk pulled at the corners of her crimson painted lips. Taking in a deep breath, rounding out her shoulders and smoothing out the olive tone, silken gown that flowed over her curvaceous body with ease. Her honey brown locks cascaded down her back as her heels softly clicked against the marble flooring. Another set of doors were open for her, revealing the grandiose ballroom she had ever laid eyes on.

Camille let out a low whistle that was drowned out by the band that played dancing music and the sound of the crowd of people that had already started to mingle. Great, we are late... Nikita grunted in her eyes causing Cammy to roll her eyes.

Setting her shoulders back with such confidence she moved into the room, eyes dancing from the singletons and paired up people. She painted a kind smile on her plush, pouty lips and made her way towards the nearest butler that held a silver tray of champagne flutes. She gave him a dazzling smile before plucking one and walking on the edge of the dance floor, allowing herself to admire the different couples that seemed to be lost in one another's gaze.