Julia was more than a little fond of the atmosphere inside of the club. The music made her pulse shake, practically calling to the wolf within her to come and dance in a a paux de dou. It was an enticing offer, and one that she had taken up several times since she had come into town. The Fae community here had only gotten bigger in recent years, thanks to the Succubus who had started the whole trend of neutral fae being a thing. Jules had come from a dark family, but in the end she had chosen to be unaligned as well, because at least it meant there'd be no Ash or Morrigan telling her what to do all the time.

Yes, no matter how long Julia Bellamy had been alive, she was always a brat and was always going to be one. Maybe it was just something in her DNA that she'd come by honestly, or maybe it was the way that her father had lived his life, but in the end, Julia didn't much want to be involved in anything but her art and fucking the people whom she decided were perfect for her in one way or another. Perfect for her in one way or another had a certain reasoning behind it as well: there needed to be something about them that was beautiful in one way or another in her painter's eye.

Despite how she told herself that she wasn't meant to be on the prowl, as it were, but sometimes Jules simply couldn't help it. She especially couldn't help it here with the music and the lights and the way her heels stabbed against the floor like weapons. Dressing less gothy than she otherwise might, Jules had chosen to go expensive, all black lace and heel and skin. Her hair was down, but her eyes were just as heavily lined as Bo's happened to be as she moved them across the dance floor, her hands in the air as her hips gyrated in an invitation.