Aannna

"Saskia, will you keep still? I can't tighten the lace if you keep wiggling around like a salted slug." Anastasia groaned as she shoved her sister forth. She tried to lace up her sisters corset, but with her constantly whining about how distorted it looked on her or how tight it was; the nightmare would never end. Once again, she loosened the the laces of the support garment so that there was no struggle to close the corset front. Pulling the garment around Saskia's body, she began closing the busk by hooking the bottom buttons. Her sister flenched even though nothing had been done to hurt her in any way.<br>br>"Dear God, Ana! Can you be more gentle? You're going to rip my back in half." Saskia snapped in dramatic fashion as she reached around to slap her sister's hands.The sting of the slap almost made Ana pull her hands away, but instead she pulled the lace tighter within her reign. Hearing her sister gasp to catch her breath, she released the lace from her grip and glanced over at Ophelia. Nodding her head over towards the blonde as if she were signalling for her to come near, Ana watched as her friend sprung up from her bed and waltzed over like a fairy in the moonlight. A satisfying grin was plastered upon Ophelia's face as Anastasia took a few steps back, walking towards the door. "If you're going to keep throwing hissy fits about how I'm lacing the corset for your costume, I'll have Ophelia do it. Since her family was charitible enough to allow us to use their ballroom for this party, I'm going to go downstairs and greet our guests. Have fun." She waved, leaving the two sworn enemies to their own vices. "ANA! Ana, get back here! You can't leave me in a room alone with this brute!" Saskia screamed out in hopes that her twin would take pity on her and return; but to no avail.<br><br>Walking down the stairwell, Anastasia was greeted by the puff of a fog machine expelling warm, moist vapor. Beside her feet were displaced body parts which were only for prop. She had to admit that this creeped her out a bit, but that was the point of a Halloween party. To promote fear for entertainment and to have fun. She was absolutely ecstatic about this. Smiling softly, the petite female glanced up at the thrilling decorations, oogling over the jack-o'-lantern shaped light fixtures that were overhead. Serene optics scanned the orange lights