Cinda hung back behind a statue of a gargoyle as Vini began to work her magic. Vini was the seductive bait. Cinda was the trapper.
"Hey, Boy!" She called to a group of guys. She waved her black fingernails. "Boy!"
The blond boy who she'd been waving at broke away from the group. He was one of those stocky white boys that Vini just couldn't keep her hands off. She shook her dark locks away from her face in an innocent way. "Can you help me?" She asked. "I lost my friend and I just want to get out of this spook house." Vini went closer to the boy, shyly twisting the end of her pumpkin orange tank top. "Could you help me out?" She lowered her eyelids.
The boy's gaze lingered on her tiny black shorts. He looked at her face. "Sure," He said, trying to sound cool. He took Vini's arm.
Vini jumped up and hugged him. "Oh, thank you!" She said, kissing his cheek. The boy's friends whistled. Cinda rolled her eyes.