Sara sat on a plush, thousand-dollar sofa with a horrified expression on her face.
The 'Charity Benefit' was a huge, thrumming party and the entire, huge mansion was impressively packed.
Music was blaring loudly everywhere and the scents of both sweat and other, various questionable scents were overpowering.
This was, in no way, what she had envisioned when Sky told her that he would 'take care' of the evening.
Sweet mother of pearl.
She coughed suddenly, realizing that a group of people beside her were smoking something, and tried to wave the fumes out of her face.
Her hands started quivering unnaturally and Sara realized with a shock that she (Roxanna) was addicted to the mystery substance.
It took every ounce of will power she had to get up and squeeze her way out of the crowd towards the doors, finally emerging into the cool night air.
Only to find multiple celebrities smoking there too.
She coughed loudly and somewhat irritably, jogging away with surprising ease in her six-inch heels and ridiculously-tight dress.
A hand grabbed her arm and Sara turned, very intent on giving the perpetrator a piece of her mind.
She had only been in the house for two hours and she had been questioned, small-talked, sweet-talked and ogled thousands of times. Sara had enough.
"Where are you going, Roxy? Didn't you like the party?"
Sara swallowed on a dry throat, casting uneasy glances at the smokers.
"I need some air."
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, "We could head to your place...I have a flat just down the street too."
It took a second for the situation to hit her.
"Sky, just call me a cab and send me home. All I'm getting from you right now is hot air, anyways."
He blinked in surprise.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, hurry up. Please."