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Rated: T

Rich people parties.

She found that she hated them with a passion that surprised her.

Especially the first few times where she had been all dolled up in a pretty dress and make up – that had seemed to attract all the older men who were looking for an escort for the night.

But now, wearing a nicely-fitted black suit that would normally be found on men seemed to detract a lot of attention and she was finally relieved.

Still, the parties were still pretty boring.

"Miss?" A suave voice surprised her and she turned around in her seat to find an attractive dark-haired man smiling down at her in a charming manner, "Would you mind if I joined you?"

'I sure would,' Kagome thought bitterly, but she knew that Sesshoumaru would give her that cold glare for a long while if she wasn't at least polite with his business partners, "Of course not." She gestured to the seat across from her with a gloved hand.

Unfortunately, he took it.

He was looking at her and she fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling that she might as well be in a skimpy dress with the intensity of his stare.

"You're not like the others, are you?" He finally asked with that same charming-like way that would easily get a gold-digging woman into his bed, "I've never seen any of the others dressed like that."

"Not every woman wants to be stared at like a piece of meat," Kagome huffed, flipping her ponytail back over her shoulder, "I'm here because Mr. Taisho needs me here, apparently."

"Ah," The man's brows went up, "So you're the Miss Kagome Higurashi I've been hearing about?" He nodded, "You're much more than I expected."

"So you expected some bimbo?" Kagome wasn't amused and she honestly wanted to deck the man in his pretty face, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" She asked in a falsely sweet tone and whether he fell for it or not, he gave a name anyway.

"I'm Bruce Wayne."