for @chaotide & @voraclty fuck it we just send it and see what sticks
the shock of the past few weeks had just begun to dim; she'd signed to her sire's label and been promised a good deal if she could manage to come up with something with the two other survivors of the recent attacks on the music scene. from her first impression, they didn't seem like a group whose styles would mesh particularly well, but destiny would never back down from a challenge -- especially not in the pursuit of better music. she'd already mixed her own style into the metal scene, who's to say she couldn't work it into others?
she'd decided to text the other two with details of a meeting: a secluded VIP section in a late night restaurant -- a place one of her sire's other childer just so happened to own. a dress code had been attached, allowing her to veto what the other girls thought as their finest outfit. destiny herself had chosen a form fitting sequined cocktail dress, perfect for standing out and dominating the conversation. hopefully the other two would be easy to talk to, if not easy to work with.
although she never normally showed up to events early she'd made sure to arrive half an hour before the agreed time to ensure that everything she'd booked was in perfect working order. her sire had told her that the staff were hers for the evening, and that no matter the bill she acquired that he would see to it. she wasn't stupid: he would gain far more money from this 'supergroup' he'd decided to call the final girls than he could possibly spend here. if he was offering to give her the life of luxury she deserved, she might as well make the most of it.
seated with one leg crossed over the other, destiny kept her gaze on the doorway like a hawk. once either of the girls showed up she'd immediately greet them with a warm hug and a glass of champagne, the way she'd been told to.












