Not too far away from Ash and Ichabod, a short, buxom blonde stood against the wall, her gaze roving the club nervously. She was wearing a white satin blouse with a scooped neck (that advertised a generous amount of cleavage), a too-wide black belt that did nothing to alleviate the impression of a short, well-endowed torso and a tight black A-line skirt that almost reached her knees. She wore black ballet shoes with little white bows on their tops and held a drink in her right hand, down by her side, her left arm defensively crossing her body to grip her other forearm rather tightly.
The expression on her pretty face was stoic, though she did seem skittish about being alone in the club, which was why she was up against the wall. Her best friend had come here with here - it was only her second time at Risk - but had gone off with some vampire that hadn\'t been interested in her when she\'d looked scared by the suggestion she\'d play with her friend\'s long, lean body in one of the rooms upstairs. Last time, they\'d been drunk from by the same vampire, one after the other, and it hadn\'t got weird like that; her friend had fallen into a hazy doze while she\'d got super horny and laid. She wasn\'t sure she was game to do that by herself tonight (even if she\'d shaved her shapely legs specially), though.
For something to do, she took a swig of her cocktail, enjoying the warmth of the vodka seeping through her, making her relax. After she\'d lowered her half-empty glass to her side once more, her left hand raised to fiddle with her stylish up-do, fretting at the blonde strands that spiked their way out of the knot at the back of her head, fanning above it like a golden blonde crown. She ruffled her straight fringe next, knowing her hair was still perfect and she shouldn\'t mess with it, wishing she had her glasses on. They were generally used for reading but since starting to wear them regularly, her eyesight had deteriorated and she was having trouble making out things in the distance now, too.
Everybody in the club - unless they were in the perfect zone of vision a metre or so before her - was a bit of a blur, which also wasn\'t helping her confidence. Shapes moved around in front of her, causing her to tense frequently, but none of them stopped or said anything to her, so she relaxed immediately once they moved away, leaving her to her own devices. Without her wing-girl she didn\'t have the guts to offer herself to a vampire (especially since she couldn\'t assess for herself from a distance whether they looked like fun or a true risk, as the club advertised they would be) and she doubted she\'d be noticed back here. She was twenty-five but she didn\'t look legal, considering she was the height of a twelve year old and unless they had a thing for voluptuous breasts (which, admittedly, many men did), most didn\'t consider her much of a prospect.
Unable to see clearly, the blonde therefore remained a wallflower, unaware of Ash and Ichabod shopping for a prospect like she could be and keeping herself amused by wriggling a little to the beat of the music and sipping her drink every now and then. It had been expensive as hell but also very strong as far as alcohol content went, both aspects a recipe for making it last.