♔ Cleansing The Bloodline ♔ (Social/Tuesday)

Piles of Tucci bags scattered across a flawless floor, rows of wine bottles across a personalized bar next to a single kitchen with supreme utensils and appliances. There is a queen-sized bed placed right next to entirely transparent, stainless windows that overlook the splendor of Honsenka from the very highest floor of the most esteemed luxury suite in the town. Everything was flawless and glistened like a jewel. The complimentary shampoos and conditioners in the rainfall showers easily exceeded the expenses most people paid for a full course meal. Room service was closer to having privatized servants than having acessible assistance, and the entertainment provided looked closer to a formal party than a lacrimavision playing in the mornings. For the average citizen, staying in such a suite existed on in their dreams while, for Louie, it was a reality that only barely reached his standards of living.

The young man with golden hair was sprawled across his freshly made mattress, wearing nothing but a pearl silk bathrobe with his iLac in hand. He was alternating between taking pictures of himself and browsing through MagiGram but didn't seem sufficiently stimulated by either activity. In other words, he was bored. Moreover, somewhere in his suite was Tuesday Dagger—a girl of his age whom he got along quite well despite knowing her for such a short amount of time. They both were of high class and had common interests, so naturally, they clicked quite comfortably, as the many different shopping bags lying across the floor and the fact she was even in his suite might have already suggested. Befriending the golden-threaded man was a feat in itself, considering how superior he was to everyone around him, but Tuesday was closer to an equal than she was an inferior and that was enough for him to feel comfortable.

Frowning at his iLac, he stared at it with displeasure as he rapidly deleted photos of himself over details noticeable only to him, until he became too antsy to keep quiet. "Mardi," said Louie, looking out into the room in search for her, "I'm beginning to have an appetite, so put something decent on." Mardi was what Tuesday would have directly translated into in his native tongue, so it was the nickname Louie had quickly adjusted to when he first met her. Not only that, but when Louie made suggestions, they often never came off that way. He never asked anything and instead demanded it is done or simply pushed people into appeasing him, which was never unusual to him.

Tuesday sprawled out lavishly on the satin couch that graced the living room of the 5 star penthouse suite her friend was currently staying in. It met her standards, which was usually quite rare for the snooty little brat. But Louie, her new friend, understood her needs. It was almost uncanny how similar the two were. Usually Tuesday hated anyone who had similar wealth to her own, but this man was different. Swirling the wine in her glass to bringing out the delicious smell and flavors, the heiress brought the fine china to her lips, taking a sip of the pricey beverage. Really, the two of them were too young to even be drinking this stuff, but nobody was going to refuse either of them. Especially not when they waved their enormous wealth in front of their faces. Everyone was a sucker for money. It was the easiest way to control people.

Hearing the voice of her friend from another room of the large suite, Tuesday sat up from her seat, placing her glass on the nearest end-table. "I'm quite hungry myself, dear. I'll slip into something nice." Getting up and walking over to one of the many bags strewn across the room, the woman paused, staring at them in contemplation. "Oh, I just have nooooothing to wearrrr. I wish I could just bring my closet with me wherever I go." The woman complained, pushing her lip out in a pout. Finally, with a sense of reluctance, the blonde woman picked up one of the bags labeled Kalenciaga. Inside was a little gray dress that she had seen in the window of the designer store. It was simple, but not everything needed to be extremely flamboyant, now did it? Slipping out of the champagne colored, silk robe she had been wearing, she put on the dress that cost more than most people's rent. Letting her blonde locks down from their usual piggytails, she swished it around, letting it fall freely over her shoulders. "Almost ready!" She called out once more, before grabbing her Tucci bag and sliding into her Vouis Luitton heels.

Peeking her head into the room that Louis was in, she smirked. "You ready to go?" She paused, stepping into the room and sitting on the silky bed that rested in the middle of it. "Which restaurant will we be gracing with our presence tonight? There's a lovely little french restuarant downstairs if you'd like to go there. If not, there's plenty of boujee restaurants in this area." Studying her perfectly manicured nails, she waited for his reply.

"Yeah." replied Louie, who was adjusting the collar of his black Tucci turtleneck in the mirror adjacent to his bed, among other expensive garments. It was so large that it took up the entire wall and reflected his glamorous room in full, including his testy expression.

When Tuesday said something of the restaurant downstairs, Louie had no words to argue against her with. It was a fairly decent restaurant from what he's heard, but his restlessness demanded that he venture somewhere far and unfamiliar. Somewhere beyond what could be walked to in five minutes. Simply going downstairs for his meal wouldn't quench his thirst for exploration quite like trying other restaurants out in the area, so there was only one answer he came to.  

"The chauffeur is waiting downstairs with the limo, so let's go somewhere in the area. I don't care where." Louie turned around and began to grab his jacket, but didn't put it on. He placed it over his arm and opened the door, "Come on."

When Louie and Tuesday were finally outside the luxury suite hotel entrance, waiting next to a black, parked limo was a middle-aged chauffeur whose name Louie found too unimportant to remember. Although trained to appear unemotional and indifferent, the chauffeur seemed visibly anxious when seeing the notoriously unreasonable blond step foot outside of his den. Quickly, he sped over to the doors furthest from the driver's seat so that the two teenagers could climb inside without the terrible exertion of opening the doors for themselves, and that's exactly what Louie did.

"Where are you taking me, Mardi?" Louie asked without looking at her, his crimson eyes fixed at his iLac, scrolling through MagiGram, LacBook, and taking the occasional selfie.