Red carpet flooded the hallway licking the stone as the silk lead a trail into the welcoming doors of Formalities. Rose petals curled along the carpet creating an alluring charm, bringing the willing into her fantasy. This was her home, her sanctuary, a bliss reunion to all who yearned to take part in such festivities. This was her dream for a unified world, as lords and ladies bow and curtsey, loving themselves, loving all. A world of respect and dignity.
The carpet unrolled until the center of the dance floor. Margo wore a black buttoned down shirt. The sleeves forming a few inches below her shoulders as the sleeves were loose devouring her slender arms. The shirt ended above her knees as she wore a white corset above the shirt. Black ribbon laced her within, the ribbon tying in a small bow as the tails of the ribbon curled above her navel. Her perky breasts lifted as her thin line of cleavage hidden for modestly. Her ivory legs were covered whit a black flowing skirt. Her blonde hair was brushed as a ponytail was made. As it wrapped behind her right ear. Her mane rested along her shoulder, the curling strands flicking down her front.
Transparent clouds of almond surrounded Margo as the perfume splashed along her frame. Her lips were painted a soft pink as her porcelain cheeks blotted with rose hinted blush. Her back was facing the front door as her elbows were bent, fingers above her head as her pale eyes looked above. Hovering overhead were the circular tables as she organized the room. Each placing still, frozen as tables crossed paths as the traffic within the ceiling flowed. Chair scurried along the floor as they followed the movements of the tables, searching for the shadows, as if they were looking up at the bellies of the oak.
Her voice rang out as she called to the room as she spoke to the furniture. “My darlings quick in step, quick in pace. Tables within the center of the floor, a circle darlings not a square.” Margo smiled as she turned her head, staring at the chairs, in fear they scattered as the tables lowered. Margo puckered her plump lips taking pity on the chairs. “Halt” The tables waited to be instructed as Margo walked over to the chairs as they became wallflowers, trembling as the back of the chairs pressed against the wall.
As she walked her hips pivoted as her heels clicked along the floor. She lowered herself placing her hands on her knees as her eyes widened as the corners of her mouth curled up into a passionate smile. “Oh darlings, nothing shall happen, I am here. For you are in such importance to me. For without you, how can a maiden sit? How can a lord due his duty in pushing her towards the table? Be with me.” The chairs came out as one brave former tree moved behind Margo scooping her up as she sat.
Margo laughed as she tilted her head looking over the side of the chair. “My what use you have! See darling, see your promise!” Margo looked up at the posing tables as she blushed slightly. “Continue my darlings, lower yourselves, for a table and chair make such a fine pair, so adoring you both are as opposites attract. Huddle close for the time is near, take your places as the chairs are pushed into the edges of the table, the union complete as Margo found herself within the center circle.
Her seat facing the open door as her pale eyes waited for the possibilities. The tea kettle poured her a cup as she raised the cup in silent toasting. “A union indeed within the room, as for the ball lords and ladies unite, encouraging the sexes to follow their hearts, and enjoy the fomforts and guidance Margo would offer. Extending her hands to the other classes, wanting to give each class a duty as the masquerade would be a school affair in honor of all.
The carpet unrolled until the center of the dance floor. Margo wore a black buttoned down shirt. The sleeves forming a few inches below her shoulders as the sleeves were loose devouring her slender arms. The shirt ended above her knees as she wore a white corset above the shirt. Black ribbon laced her within, the ribbon tying in a small bow as the tails of the ribbon curled above her navel. Her perky breasts lifted as her thin line of cleavage hidden for modestly. Her ivory legs were covered whit a black flowing skirt. Her blonde hair was brushed as a ponytail was made. As it wrapped behind her right ear. Her mane rested along her shoulder, the curling strands flicking down her front.
Transparent clouds of almond surrounded Margo as the perfume splashed along her frame. Her lips were painted a soft pink as her porcelain cheeks blotted with rose hinted blush. Her back was facing the front door as her elbows were bent, fingers above her head as her pale eyes looked above. Hovering overhead were the circular tables as she organized the room. Each placing still, frozen as tables crossed paths as the traffic within the ceiling flowed. Chair scurried along the floor as they followed the movements of the tables, searching for the shadows, as if they were looking up at the bellies of the oak.
Her voice rang out as she called to the room as she spoke to the furniture. “My darlings quick in step, quick in pace. Tables within the center of the floor, a circle darlings not a square.” Margo smiled as she turned her head, staring at the chairs, in fear they scattered as the tables lowered. Margo puckered her plump lips taking pity on the chairs. “Halt” The tables waited to be instructed as Margo walked over to the chairs as they became wallflowers, trembling as the back of the chairs pressed against the wall.
As she walked her hips pivoted as her heels clicked along the floor. She lowered herself placing her hands on her knees as her eyes widened as the corners of her mouth curled up into a passionate smile. “Oh darlings, nothing shall happen, I am here. For you are in such importance to me. For without you, how can a maiden sit? How can a lord due his duty in pushing her towards the table? Be with me.” The chairs came out as one brave former tree moved behind Margo scooping her up as she sat.
Margo laughed as she tilted her head looking over the side of the chair. “My what use you have! See darling, see your promise!” Margo looked up at the posing tables as she blushed slightly. “Continue my darlings, lower yourselves, for a table and chair make such a fine pair, so adoring you both are as opposites attract. Huddle close for the time is near, take your places as the chairs are pushed into the edges of the table, the union complete as Margo found herself within the center circle.
Her seat facing the open door as her pale eyes waited for the possibilities. The tea kettle poured her a cup as she raised the cup in silent toasting. “A union indeed within the room, as for the ball lords and ladies unite, encouraging the sexes to follow their hearts, and enjoy the fomforts and guidance Margo would offer. Extending her hands to the other classes, wanting to give each class a duty as the masquerade would be a school affair in honor of all.