The October air bit at my skin as I stepped from the cab, my white feathered wings catching on the door. I wore an angel costume, a short white dress hugging my curves, flaring just enough to hint without giving it all away. A halo bobbed above my head, glinting under streetlights. Tonight's party was the talk of my circle, a secretive Halloween orgy at a mansion beyond the city limits. Masks promised anonymity, and the air buzzed with forbidden possibility.
I came alone, driven by a restless itch after too many bland dates. The invite came via a vague text from a friend of a friend: "Halloween s*x Party. No rules, just pleasure."
My pulse quickened as I passed through iron gates, nodded through by two guys in devil horns. Inside, the mansion throbbed. Dim lights flickered, fog swirled,
