Her movements were slow and sensual yet fast and erotic. Her body was like a work of art that had taken many of hours to canvas. A mixture of heavenly coffee brown and porcelain cream to create the perfect fusion of an exotic tan colored goddess. Her parents, one Japanese while the other was a mixture of Cuban and African decent, thus creating her profound color scheme.

Her dancing was hypnotic and her beauty was breath taking. Many of eyes gazed upon such an exotic beauty as many of more minds dreamt of what they would do to such a goddess is they had the chance. Such miraculous beauty, they mostly thought, she be shared with the world and not be kept to one selfish man. Her perfectly sized breast dancing along with her movements. Her slim and yet curvy waist line singing its siren song to the eyes of the beholders. Her skimpy and yet flirtatious lingerie giving a sneak peek of what the young woman had genetically acquired from her mother. All that and more filled to the brim of the boy's eyes as he gazed upon such beauty with his infamous impassive expression. He knew it was not of his nature, nor suitable for his class in society to woo over females that expose themselves for the quick yen. She was considered a low life whore that would eventually end up getting pregnant before marrying age. It was looked down upon for such men in a high rank in class to even look at these women, let alone fantasize about them.

But the youngest Ootori heir could not reframe himself from giving into temptation. His usual restraint in such activities was loosened and his common sense had temporarily been mislaid. The exotic beauty was too much for him to ignore and his mind began to stray as to the things the two would do together. Just like the other dozens of horny middle aged men that came to see the sixteen year old goddess, they even became aroused; although the third born son didn't let his sign of discomfort illustrate. He kept his usual stoic demeanor as he stared at the young girl while sipping a twenty thousand yen glass of Diaka Vodka, especially imported from the Transborder Spirits in the United States

Taking another sip of the smooth liquid, the third born son diverted his gaze from the woman and towards his father's client that had just came over to him. With a slight smile he bowed to the man as he sat down across from him in a rather extravagant piece of furniture. Kyouya knew the soon to be conversation was going to be mainly focused on business and not of anything to do with the nature of his retirement party. Setting down his drink atop of a silver coffee table, Kyouya took one last look at the woman; only to find her eyes locked with his. Her expression was slightly staggered as Kyouya's stayed the same. Her eyes read mixed emotions as his read infatuation. She was the first to break their silent duel with a quick turn along the metal pole situated in the middle of the stage.

Taking this as a signal, Kyouya returned his attention the elderly man as the conversation and mental note taking began.

A/N: Well here is the prologue of my little story I like to call my own. Well as you see, she is an OC and well…..I like her. I was bored so I wrote this after the dream I had. I actually dreamt this dream. Anyway, tell me what you guys think. First time using an OC in the ouran category. TOODLES!