[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
[b]Skills:[/b]N/A
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Although Mali was no longer panicking in her head, she couldn't stop her heart from pounding against her rib cage the way a spurned lover would beat the door of their former sweetheart's abode. But that she could deal with, the purely physical rush from being in a potentially stressful and dangerous situation, she dealt with it all the time in the gym and on stage. In these types of situation you needed to keep a level head, control your breathing, and then push forward with everything you had. Mali had two of the three down, so all that was left was to finally get out of the car.

Carefully, Mali stepped out of the car, doing her best to make sure the dress didn't drag on the ground. Internally, she cursed herself for picking a gown with two slits in the skirt. It showed off her legs sure, but it was a hassle keeping all that fabric from making contact with the ground without being unnecessarily rough with the very expensive garment. 

Once she was outside of the vehicle and on two feet, she moved herself next to Zoie, put on a confident smile and looked around at the crowd of party-goers. Among the faces she recognized basically nobody there. Perhaps if she was more into politics and celebrity some faces would stand out, but as it was they were all just a bunch of strangers to her. Just as well, the last thing she needed was to have her focus shattered because she spotted Dillweed Wigwham who happened to star in that newest show on STV.

Now that she was here, Mali found herself wondering what kind of party this actually was. Were they attending a formal dinner party? Some kind of meet and greet? An occult Eyes Wide Shut goat sacrificing Black Mass? Or worst of all, a potluck? (Mali didn't see anyone carrying food with them, so chances were that she was safe from this particular option) Was she actually told what this party would be? She couldn't help but feel like someone mentioned what the type of party was during breakfast, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember. Whatever, the only thing that would probably change among all those different options is how much food she'd be able to not eat. At the moment all she needed to focus on was maintaining her physical projection of the ideal of Venus she was keeping in her head and following Zoie's lead.