The house belonged to her friend, Grace. Not a friend really, more an acquaintance. Grace had insisted that Carla come to one of her infamous parties. The house, or at least the part she had seen so far had two story ceilings and made completely of glass. She knew that was an exaggeration but as she stood there looking at a high, wall to wall window, she wasn't so sure.
"Champagne?" Carla looked around. A young girl in a black and white French maid's costume was holding a tray of wine flutes.
Carla took one. "Thank you."
"Your first time here?" The girl was very tall and slender. The perfect person to wear such an outfit. She had striking good looks as well.
"Yes." Carla said.
Carla started to turn away.
"They're not free." The girl whispered.
"Excuse me?" Carla said.
"The drinks." She repeated. "Not free."
Carla had a questioning look. The girl moved closer. "A kiss." She said.
Carla smiled. "Very funny."
"I'm not joking." The girl said.
Just then, Grace appeared to rescue Carla. "Is this girl bothering you sweetie?" Grace ran her arm around Carla.
Carla smiled. "This one is trying to extort a kiss from me." Carla said. "And for a drink, no less."