It was early when your sire had called you.  Gwen seemed giddy on the phone, indicating she had something exciting for the night in mind.  She wouldn't say what though, no matter how hard you had pressed her.  She had told you to get ready for a fun night.  You should wear something casual but cool and sexy.  Show some skin but not to be slutty with it.  Gwen had said she had something for you that you were going to love.  At the end of the conversation, she briefly mentioned that she was going to introduce you to one of her friends tonight too.  She'd be there in an hour to pick you up.

...

So the hour passed.  You were ready a little earlier then her time of arrival, so you waited outside for her.  The night air was warm, a little muggy, and all things considered, clear the skies were clear too.  It wasn't quite a full moon, but it was getting close.  About three minutes late, a late model Rolls Royce limo showed up, bright lights leading it's charge.  It was pearl white with a beige top and tinted windows.  The wheels and trim were this fitting golden color.  Somehow you doubted they were real gold.

The driver stepped out, put his cap on, and then silently walked around to the other side and opened the rear passenger door.  There he stood and waited...

Vivian gave a thin smile to the driver, then crouched and in a flow she was on the backseat.
A polite nod and an exhaled sigh of expectation greeted the facing Gwen.

It was the first time she was invited to a gathering of their own, the only one when she was asked to dress in a particular fashion.
The hands slid on her narrow bare knees, the nails turning paler than they already were, tightening the grip on the light skin.