Colleen didn't feel much like going to a club tonight. True, she loved to dance and most of the time she was totally into the whole rave scene at the White Mice downtown, but tonight she just didn't feel like it. She wasn't sick or anything; vampires didn't get sick - not so far as she was aware, anyway; their bodies healed too damn fast for them to get sick - she just wasn't into it tonight. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun on her own.

While she had a CD player and a number of CDs, she didn't use it all the time. She wasn't using it tonight, either. She'd just gotten herself an MP3 player and loved it. It was red as red could be, of course - might as well match the rest of her wardrobe - and now filled with sounds of the eighties. There was some Journey, some Eagles, and a bit and piece of just about everything else rock here and there. While she didn't need to turn it up to hear it - she could have heard it perfectly well if it'd been muted - she did so and put it on her favorite playlist. It wasn't long before she was dancing in her room with a smile on her face and her MP3 player tucked into the fire-red case hanging from her red belt. The belt was only for style, of course, as proven by the numerous silver belt loops laying in four rows.

Her usual open-foot high heels matched her tight-fitting red leather miniskirt perfectly, which in turn showed all too well the sensuous curves of her hips. Her red leather tube top was a perfect piece for her outfit of course, as were the three gold earrings in each lobe, the jeweled and ornate rings on her fingers and the stylish bracelets of various colours and designs on her wrists. Her tight triple-braid of fire-red hair just added to the beauty of her sleek form dancing in her small but adequate room.

What she didn't realize was that she had forgotten to close the door and now, lost in the music and the feeling of her dance, had an audience...