?Finally! That?s the last of it!?
Wiping her brow, Sivanna stepped into the center of the Fur?za Observation Deck and placed her hands on her hips to survey her handiwork.
It was one of Anya?s last nights as a single woman, and so the elfess had been adamant that the deck ooze feminine power. Soft pinks and deep reds in elegant chiffons and silks were draped over the three-piece retractable table in the center of the room, as well as atop the swivel chairs. To add a sense of sinfulness, however, thick black velvets were twisted into the drapery, rendering a kind of eclectic swirled look-- a gothic or punk acrylic work of art if ever there was one. Scattered atop the main tablecloths were, naturally, platinum-colored pieces of metallic confetti. To the immediate left was a carpeted bench what served as the ?healthy? snack table-- crudit?s, fruit platters, and toothpick-skewed roasted vegetables. To the left of that particular platform was the ?junk? table, which consisted of potato chips, sweet potato chips, salsa, dip, and cookies in risqu? cutout shapes. The cake was naturally a deep, moist chocolate with a fruit raspberry center and whipped frosting. In white cursive atop the cake was written, ?Gods speed soon-to-be Valkyrie Ergin-Falconne!?
Oh, but the room was far more racy than previously mentioned! Strewn throughout the place were dainty sets of feminine lingerie in blacks, reds, pinks, and dark blues-- still on the hanger or in the box, of course-- for guests once things got more? comfortable. Stacked on a table to the immediate right were thin gift boxes with each guest?s name written on top-- sterling silver charm bracelets; already attached to each bracelet was a lion charm, a falcon charm, and a dangling emerald charm between them. Other charms would be awarded based on games played during the party to come.
But naturally, the party would not have been organized by Sivanna unless the center table was completely covered with every imaginable liquor known to man, elf, or humanoid. Martini shakers, glasses in every size, and buckets of ice were set between the unopened liquor bottles, giving an indication that there would likely be lots of drinking occurring that evening!
The pi?ce de r?sistance, however, lay in the center of the room-- a lush, leather recliner chair that had been painstakingly draped in emerald and violet velvet and silver streamers. It was the good doctor?s throne, and her platinum and diamond tiara awaited her on a velvet cushion in the throne?s center.
Blacklights and dim, silver spotlights kept the room looking glamorous-- a red carpet occasion with a hint of suggestion. Meanwhile, starlight shone from above through the frosted overhead window. It was an alluring and classy night, for an alluring and classy lady, and Sivanna couldn?t be happier for her.
Taking a deep breath, the cleric glanced down at her watch. Not much longer? time to dress the part!
Wiping her brow, Sivanna stepped into the center of the Fur?za Observation Deck and placed her hands on her hips to survey her handiwork.
It was one of Anya?s last nights as a single woman, and so the elfess had been adamant that the deck ooze feminine power. Soft pinks and deep reds in elegant chiffons and silks were draped over the three-piece retractable table in the center of the room, as well as atop the swivel chairs. To add a sense of sinfulness, however, thick black velvets were twisted into the drapery, rendering a kind of eclectic swirled look-- a gothic or punk acrylic work of art if ever there was one. Scattered atop the main tablecloths were, naturally, platinum-colored pieces of metallic confetti. To the immediate left was a carpeted bench what served as the ?healthy? snack table-- crudit?s, fruit platters, and toothpick-skewed roasted vegetables. To the left of that particular platform was the ?junk? table, which consisted of potato chips, sweet potato chips, salsa, dip, and cookies in risqu? cutout shapes. The cake was naturally a deep, moist chocolate with a fruit raspberry center and whipped frosting. In white cursive atop the cake was written, ?Gods speed soon-to-be Valkyrie Ergin-Falconne!?
Oh, but the room was far more racy than previously mentioned! Strewn throughout the place were dainty sets of feminine lingerie in blacks, reds, pinks, and dark blues-- still on the hanger or in the box, of course-- for guests once things got more? comfortable. Stacked on a table to the immediate right were thin gift boxes with each guest?s name written on top-- sterling silver charm bracelets; already attached to each bracelet was a lion charm, a falcon charm, and a dangling emerald charm between them. Other charms would be awarded based on games played during the party to come.
But naturally, the party would not have been organized by Sivanna unless the center table was completely covered with every imaginable liquor known to man, elf, or humanoid. Martini shakers, glasses in every size, and buckets of ice were set between the unopened liquor bottles, giving an indication that there would likely be lots of drinking occurring that evening!
The pi?ce de r?sistance, however, lay in the center of the room-- a lush, leather recliner chair that had been painstakingly draped in emerald and violet velvet and silver streamers. It was the good doctor?s throne, and her platinum and diamond tiara awaited her on a velvet cushion in the throne?s center.
Blacklights and dim, silver spotlights kept the room looking glamorous-- a red carpet occasion with a hint of suggestion. Meanwhile, starlight shone from above through the frosted overhead window. It was an alluring and classy night, for an alluring and classy lady, and Sivanna couldn?t be happier for her.
Taking a deep breath, the cleric glanced down at her watch. Not much longer? time to dress the part!