belle of the ball (open)

[johanna rachelle morgan]

Johanna couldn't contain her excitement for the Valentine's Day ball. She was a princess, a queen, a goddess. Valentine's Day was the day that she could dominate just about everything in her path. Everything was set and she was ready and rearing to go. She had picked the perfect dress and had been practicing flexing her Charm as far as she could stretch it. It was becoming more potent every day, something that excited the pretty veela. It was exhilarating, the power that she possessed. She felt absolutely free and alive for the first time in a long time.

It had been nearly a year since she'd stood up to her father. Frank had been abusing Samantha and Johanna had finally had enough. Normally, she'd just stick up for her little sister with words, not violence. However, this time she'd lost her temper. Johanna had thrown a bottle at her father, screaming and yelling. She'd attempted to use her Charm to get him to bend to her will, but it had backfired. The cruel and terrible man had thrown her down and raped her. It was a scarring experience, but it wasn't anything that Johanna hadn't been expecting.

It was a cruel truth that she had to face. Her father was a bad man. She came from two shitty parents. Her mother had fled after Samantha had been born out of selfishness and her father beat and sold his daughters to other men for sport. It was an unfortunate situation, but Johanna was doing everything she could to take care of her sister. The way Johanna saw it, her father had done Samantha a favor. By turning his sexual frustration out on his eldest, his youngest was left alone. It was sick and twisted, but it kept Samantha safe.

Johanna was going about her life, even after the traumatic experience. She'd turned to alcohol and sex when the memory of it got too intense for her to handle. Johanna was happy on most accounts, regardless of the terrible event. So long as she was keeping Samantha safe, she'd do just about anything. That's why this night was important. Johanna could let loose and be as free as she possibly wanted to. Cranking up her Charm and dolling herself up, Johanna was absolutely certain that she'd be getting laid that night by someone, anyone. It was only a matter of time.

Johanna swept into the room, looking rather expensive. She stretched out her Charm, feeling it flow out around her. Immediately heads turned, mostly of men. Her Charm didn't work on women the same way it did on men, but it didn't need to. Women were envious of her and that made them instantly attracted to her. The girls who swung her way fell into her lap just as quickly as the men did. Grinning, she wandered onto the dance floor, grabbing the nearest boy, a young man looking incredibly intimidated.

"Don't fret, honey, it's just one dance..." Johanna purred. The boy seemed to lighten up, keeping his jaw from dragging on the floor long enough to grip her hip and hand and begin to elegantly follow her lead across the dance floor. Unfortunately for him, the boy was just a placeholder until someone better felt the need to cut in, driven mad by her Charm... but the boy would be grateful for the opportunity to be in her presence. It was a win-win situation, really...

Johanna's Outfit