She's an angel! Both in real life and in costume!

The world turned and spun in front of you as you realized that time was simply jumping ahead to the whim of Marla. You shook your body a little bit, trying to get your bearings as the clock beside you sped up then slowed down to the time of 9:30. Marla blew on her finger like a smoking gun, "Cool, huh? This control over time and space is, simply, awesome!" As she was talking she seemed to grow a bit in height, and scratch her head with her very real demon tail.

You were still feeling dizzy as you noticed some very attractive women were in the room now that weren't before. To be honest, some of them looked like girls that could be in porn, or runway models, but most look like they could do both. Some had breasts just popping out of a red corset, while others nearly had their asses pop out of their white mini-skirt beneath their wings. Marla was already towering over several of the guests, striking up conversations with the figurative and literal "little people". You decided that, now that you felt that you looked pretty hot, you should practice flirting with these AMAZING women.

You spot a sexy 5'3" tall, half white/Filipina girl sipping on champagne a metre from where you were standing. You calmly walked over and smiled at the woman, who clearly enjoyed the look of you in a white suit. "Hey my name's Ri-Jackson; yes Rejackson, what is yours?" You don't know why you lied, or if Rejackson was a name, but it happened and you are going with it!

The fat lip of this girl opened up with a smirk, “Well, isn’t that an... interesting name. Is it Swedish?" She subtly pushed her breasts together, pushing more E-cup cleavage out of the white tube-top. You reached your arm out to grab a drink from the bar she was standing by.

"Yes, I come from Oslo originally and my sport team allows me to travel to various locations for work." You were glad that things seems to be kicking off despite the awkward start. Sensually, the girl put her hand on your broad chest, you were on cloud nine, but then she opened her mouth.

"Nice try, meat-for-brains, but Oslo is in Norway. I may have a great rack but I am not stupid like you, have a good night!" She then gave your face a little slap and you felt a little sad as you watched that amazing ass sway away around the corner. Rubbing your cheek, you mentally picked yourself up and decided to go again.

Three meters away, another angel was looking at the large array of crystal glasses full of champagne. You took a deep breath and approached the long-haired blonde, with obviously fake breasts, but an amazing ass. You decided to be more direct this time, "Hey how's it going, I love your hair."

She spun around to face you, showing off amazingly beautiful green eyes. "Why thank you sir, I love your suit. Where did you get such an amazing white suit?" She was petting the smooth fabric, which, in all honesty, felt like petting a cloud.

You were feeling very confident right now, "Marla Thomas got this handsome thing for me, you know her?" The girls green eyes got wide as she stepped back, allowing to watch her breasts give a little wobble. She then started to giggle.

"Marla huh? Are you sure it was Jesus? Or maybe you just wished it up? C'mon I don't care how famous you are, you are not getting a suit from President Marla!" The angel took her glass and walked away, leaving you with strike two.

"Damn" You thought with a clenched fist, "What do I do! I can't possibly strike out again can I? I need to remain confident..." You down the champagne in your glass and put it down to grab another, "Time to try again!" You think feeling triumphant over your resolve.

You spy around for another random girl to talk to. Just coming out of one of the washrooms on the floor was a drop dead gorgeous dark-haired MILF with a white bikini top and a white skirt that just cut off before the knees. You strut over trying to think of something truly witty to say. Anything would be good. But then again maybe you should have been thinking about your feet.

A simple trip over the carpet sent your drink all over the bikini top of this smoking hot MILF and left her quite shocked. She looks right at you, and you could tell she did not want a wet t-shirt contest at this time. She scowled at you, and threw her drink right on target, drenching you in sticky champagne as well. She gave a "Hmph" and turned around, storming off and showing the most amazing ass that you never get near again. With the slam of the washroom door, you realized that you needed to clean up too.

You head upstairs to the heaven part of the party and enter the washroom, trying your best to clean the champagne off you, but despite your best efforts, it just looked like you had sweated a hell of a lot. You ponder what to do. You only were hitting on girls dressed as Angels but not a single one dressed as a devil, maybe that was your problem. Then again, maybe Marla would be willing to throw you a bone as well. Or maybe you should just wait for the amazing Hayden Panettiere.