Brown and red buildings lined an asphalt street, dark windows reflecting the orange light from the street lamps of Sector Seven of Edris. Green vegetation the likes unseen before grew along the black street, strange flowers growing along the fronts of the unfamiliar structures. Above, speckles of light in an inky-black color coated the ceiling, an ivory orb radiating light over the alien street.

It was a foreign world to her, one that was baffling and confusing. Cautiously walking down the white line in the center of the street, the woman's yellow eyes were averted upwards, black cat ears laying against her scalp, her tiny teeth evident as her mouth hung slightly open at the sight. After a moment of contemplating the ceiling, her gaze snapped to a vehicle, then almost immediately back up at the ceiling. Her movements were jerky and quick, her stance awkward, the woman feeling smaller and more insignificant in the world she had never known existed.

A device at her side buzzed, snapping the woman out of her wonder. Immediately, she assumed a straight posture and grabbed the pager from one of her coat's pockets. With the pager haphazardly suspended between her claws, the woman read over the screen's bright message, her countenance illuminated by the sickeningly-vibrant glare. Her fine features stood out, but her more negative ones were obvious. Hidden just above her high cheekbones was a dead and blind eye, covered in a dull gray film that held in any pigment the eye could have once had. It detracted away from her other features to the point to where it would be all an onlooker could see.

She looked up suddenly, the pager being quickly returned to her pocket as she stared down the street at a much brisker pace than before, gazing at every building for the correct number- 420. As she continued down the street, the buildings became more large and elaborate along with the green lots they sat on. 420 sat at the end of the long street, a gate leading into the winding black path that ended at the front of the warehouse-like building. It was three storeys tall with large windows, appearing to be made out of an earthy red rock of some kind. Many vehicles sat in the path before the building, a few aristocrats stepping out of them and walking up toward the structure.

"Name, please?"

The voice startled her, making the cat woman jump. She drew in a deep breath and quickly calmed herself, looking over at the well-dressed man on the other side of the gate. He appeared to be a shapeshifter of sorts, his skin color and face shape not being quite right for any other species. He looked bear-like, his hulking body clad in a tuxedo, making his tiny head and beady eyes appear more disproportional than they were.

"Ashenai S'shweyr," the woman strangled out, a long hiss lying on the 'sh' in her name, the 'ai' coming out in a strange flick of the tongue that seemed almost alien to the lady's dialect. The gatekeeper's black eyes glanced over the list in his huge hands, nodding as he identified the woman's exotic name on the paper. A smile touched his features and he nodded to the lady, drawing the large gate aside for her to step in.

"Welcome to the party, M'lady." The man's voice was a deep and seductive purr which only succeeded in adding to his disproportionate features. Ashenai nodded her thanks to the man as she walked through the gate, gazing down at the unfamiliar attire she had been cloaked in for the job. A short black dress hugged her torso and hips, the short skirt being a combination of several silver fabrics with several black fabrics. As she walked, the silver fabrics shimmered in the light being given off from the building's giant windows, grabbing the attention of better-dressed people. She attempted to hide her dress by wrapping her duster coat around the showy skirt- a temporary fix. It was apparent by the noise and number of people about the house that the coat would be coming off.

A scowl temporarily crossed the woman's features, a thin canine showing from behind her lip. Silently, she pondered the sanity of her employer- he knew she wasn't the correct person to send on a job like this. "If you want to be the best, you have to be perfect." That's what he'd told her when she tried to complain. Perfection. Perfection. She strove for it every day of her life, desperately seeking for something to fill her imperfections in. Something she could be remembered for that wasn't just her genetic anomalies. That something was a something only desperate people wished to be known for and Ashenai was beyond desperation.

"He's a real narcissist, you'll know him when you see him." More words of advice from her employer. Looking around, Ashenai identified plenty of potential narcissists, her teeth clenching painfully together as anger for her employer grew inside her- an angry demon clawing desperately at her insides. Nearing the crowd of people, the neko turned her scowl into a half-smile and gently propelled her way into the building. Besides the path up to the structure, none of the aristocrats had given her a second glance. Potentially perfect.

"Ma'am, your coat!" A young neko yelled over the crowd, tugging on Ashenai's coat. The woman stopped and stepped out of the way of the crowd of people, giving a half-smile to the boy. No one was casting her a second glance with the coat on, but she felt that would change the second she took it off. Unable to speak with the boy, she instead pulled a large golden coin out of her pocket and handed it to the kid. Instantly, his grip on her coat was gone and Ashenai propelled herself into the crowd, not having the time nor patience to stay and listen to the boy's profuse thank yous.

She scanned the crowd for a man more narcissistic than the rest, attempting to blend with the rich with mixed success. Laughing and smiling along didn't come naturally and the stares she got discouraged her from continuing on in that manner. She walked slightly-hunched now and no one gave her a second glance- perfect if only she could find Gordonnii. Every man she saw was a narcissist in her eyes, but after the short search for her man, she found him standing at the top of a large marble staircase conversing with another male. The other man would have looked like every other man in the building, but the man beside him was completely different- an entire city would find themselves captivated by his attire and perfectly-groomed features.

"He'll fuck anything after two sips of champagne." With her employer's words fresh in her mind, Ashenai started up toward the famous aristocrat, two glasses of champagne held between her claws.

chapter is unfinished, sorry y'all