She had walked this world for over a century and the vampire had never been to a sex club, despite all the intricate scenes she had written, all the twisted little delights she had yet to truly experience. Her innocence had been long gone, though. She was no stranger to sex. It was how she ended up dressed in those tight pants and shirt with a plunging neckline. No, she wasn't quite prepared for a place like this. But it would do. For a woman, admittance was unsurprisingly simple task, even more so as she flashed them with a polished, perfectly pearly white fang. All that was uttered were the strict rules. Consensual biting only. No killing, even if they begged for it. No powers. Well, that was considerably less fun. She dismissively agreed in exchange for the intense pull to see what lingered in every room and yet surely she had to choose.. Would it call to her like a forbidden fruit? She wandered into each space, taking it all in with hungry, searching, curious eyes. She hung upon the outskirts, listening to loud of bleeding cries outside a locked door. The hushed whispers of couples eyeing others from across the room, looking for potential to swap for a night. She moved on from that room and onto the next.

The sharp sounds of flesh meeting pounding flesh, at least five bodies were on that oversized bed in the center of what looked like a shrunken down ball room. A display for men and women dressed in expensive gowns like they were ready for a silent auction that wasn't this, they swirled around wine in their glasses like it was nothing but a show put on for them, utterly mundane. A mere line hung across the door with a sign that said, private event'.

What rabbit hole to dive down? There was perhaps a little temptation provided by the vampire room. Where vampires would offer pleasure in exchange for blood. Perhaps she would come back to that one before she finished her perusal, she did find herself to be a little peckish.

It didn't take long to be approached. Vampires seemed to be popular here. Fang bangers, wanting to offer their necks during sex. It was almost too easy. But that was not what she came for.. the intent was for... research. Yet partaking could count as research too, could it not? No.. she couldn't. Could she? That was when she ended up in a room, warm muted lighting pooled within the space, giving it a feel of anonymity, the sounds of ecstasy as a naked woman strung up from a ceiling, bound, unable to move, unable to touch the floor besides the tip of her toes if she strained. She was naked and at the mercy of the woman who tightened her binds. Every part of her was on display that was not covered up by the rope that bound her, it bit into her human flesh. A blooming red kissed around where that rope dug into flesh. It looked painful. But there was no questioning that the woman loved every bit of it.

It was there that she found her own booth, curious of that show on the center stage. She could not help but stare, engrossed with the scene that caught her into its sticky web. She wondered how many were just as engrossed. How many waited in anticipation to see what would happen next. Especially when three masked, masculine figures appeared on the stage. They looked like executioners in their looming and yet they stood, tall and proud like statues barely clad.

It was only when she allowed herself to pry her gaze away was when she noticed him. When had he appeared? That churlish warlock she had toyed with all those years ago. Such icy hatred he possessed in his blood. Such vehemence against her species, against her. She remembered it well. He looked very much the same. Of all places she did not expect to see him.. was here. It was obvious that he did not notice her as he procured a drink for himself and barely a moment later was already approached by a woman who sought him out.

A singular brow rose as her two-toned eyes, a perfect blend of blue and green mingled to almost appear a luminous teal even in the lowlight, darted from him to the stage, her finger toying with the precipitation accumulating on the glass. Even with her vampiric hearing, she could not make out their conversation much to her disdain. It looked like the woman knew him with how she obviously tried to entice him, jutting out her ample chest all but desperate for an ounce of his attention... all before the warlock gave his verdict, sending the woman scampering away like a wounded animal with what appeared like an angry bark.

All while, one advanced upon the restrained woman, a hulk of a man with thick corded thighs, his hands drawing over the exposed flesh. She drew her own drink to her lips, once more enticed by the sight. Before the man drew out cries of want from his all too willing victim that didn't care who saw. Who didn't care who witnessed being ruined on stage.

"More, please." She began to beg frantically. She heard something about punishment but it was quieter than the rest of his speech had been. But his hand came down like a crack of a whip upon her exposed flesh. Her mouth gaping from it as he brought it down hard again as if he enjoyed inflicting that pain.

"Not another word or I will give you another use for that mouth." He snarled coldly, borderline cruel and Petra's teal eyes grew wider in surprise but this she could hear. That masculine energy brought on a whole new heady pulse into that very room. One more glimpse to the right and she saw the woman that approached the familiar dark-haired warlock had already moved away and the warlock had found his seat of choice, sprawled out, his ankle drawn to rest upon his knee, taking up space, an expression as hard as she remembered. He stood out to her, in a room that began to be funneling in with more curious on lookers. She could practically remember the hint of his fury, the harshness behind his every word, sharp enough to cut. The way he hated every single move she made, every word she spoke.

She jotted a few notes into her notebook, sketching out the rope that coiled restrictively around the woman's body before slipping it back into her purse. This was more than she thought. She hadn't know what to expect.

More than a few ideas sparked and flourished, finishing her drink before placing it back down. That story could wait. Her interests placed elsewhere.

It was finally when her attention was drawn back to the stage as a sharp cry from the woman on stage as the masked man slammed from behind. She looked to be taken in unhindered bliss, as he moved hard and fast like a machine in perfect tempo. That was when Petra made her move, slicing across the room with a single intent, trying to move unseen from the warlock's line of sight. She drew to the woman that he had cast away, her back toward her before her voice drew her to face her. She was pretty with the exception of maybe too much make up caked on her face and her outfit was a little too tight for her curves.

Petra's expression turned friendly, a smile not quite showing too much fang. "I was sent by a gentleman. He told me he wants you to meet him in one of those rooms after one little bite... And sweetheart let me tell you... its better than any drink in this place." Petra persuaded while she let her finger tips reach out to touch the woman's bare warm arm, to tickle along her flesh. That cold touch betraying what she was. The human woman seemed interested, if her heart was anything to go by, it's elevated beat frantic with the mere contact of her cool finger tips against her near burning flesh.

Her face seemed to flush, that spread across her chest, a flicker of excitement licked within her eyes. It was almost too easy, using her wants against her.. even though she was certain she might have followed without it. 'He did? Who?' The girl seemed surprised. But Petra didn't have a name to give. "He did. It's what he wanted all along, that's why he was so... harsh with you." She cajoled.

'Brenden?!' The woman seemed to look around to look for him. So that was his name.

"Yup. Exactly. Brenden." She tasted his name, if it was even his real name, her lips curled into a smile that was real but for something entirely different, flashing those elongated fangs. The glint caused the other woman's gaze to flicker toward them with a nervous but potent interest.

"Of course.... You can tell him no. But he does not look like he is one who takes that for an answer. Do you?" Her voice was void of her accent and into her practiced American one.

She seemed confused for a hint of a moment, logic nearly prevailing before a beaming smile, hinted with something else found the other woman's lips. Victorious, maybe? Yet one could not deny that her heart fluttered in that way that indicated interest in her. Eager.


Petra's fingers tugged her along before using her own affinity of illusions to create an image of the warlock standing off in the distance... just a press of her power.. all while shielding him from view. No one would notice, she thought. No one would care if she used just used a little bit. Barely felt. A small disturbance in the heat of the sex occurring on the stage seemed harmless. "See?" she gestured to where she allowed the woman to see him in the far back just before she linked her finger tips with the other woman, tugging her gently along with a woman's touch. It was at that moment that the woman began to chatter. Nervously, energetically, nonstop. 'I've never been bitten by a vampire... I've always wanted to. Does it hurt?' The pair intentionally crossed the view of the stage, somewhat close to where Brenden was sitting, the vampire making sure that their eyes locked for the barest of moments. She searched for a sign, a hint of recognition. Tossing him a little wink and smile at his direction, boldly flaunting her prided fangs as she strode onward, tugging the chatting woman along just so he knew that she could do whatever she wanted. Unbeatable, unstoppable. She had his attention now. Or at least he knew of her presence. Of that, she was certain. Or at least she would find out that he would not forget the woman who had thrown a dead body on the countertop of his shop. Turned him into a woman in appearance alone for but a moment. But she must not forget the creature she had just snared. She broke all contact with the warlock. "Oh don't you worry. Only for a second, but you won't feel a thing. I'll be gentle." Enough... gentle enough. All that practice and she still got carried away. That nightingale voice of hers seemed to find its way, it could not be helped but the human didn't seem to care or notice the shift.

But her illusions blurred the sight of him away from the other woman. As far as she was concerned... he was in the back.. in one of those rooms waiting. She was far too trusting and yet Petra gave her no reason not to be, especially when she had so clearly shown her a glimpse of the man she lusted for.

Petra didn't bother to go to one of those back rooms but tucked away to the side, in shadows but in view of the stage. But she broke one of the cardinal rules, no magic. Only no one seemed to notice her little slight. No alarms went off.. no one gave her a warning. No one seemed to care. The ashen haired woman took her to the side of the stage, near the back, still wanting to see. It would look like another masked figure had joined in, the sound of pounding flesh only managing to draw out her own hunger. In one smooth motion, Petra pulled the woman to face her and pushed her against the wall with a confident hand before stepping forward. Women were not her usual preference. But the blood would do. 'Shouldn't we go to one of those private rooms?' The other girl stammered.

"Why bother?" Petra said with a shrug, concealing her from the room. Her nameless prey. "It's just one little bite." There was no point in trying to hide and yet her positioning was not exactly obvious. Just as the woman began to talk again, Petra reached up for her hair, coarser than it looked from too much hair spray. She hated the feel of it, the smell of it. But it did not stop a finger dragged across her cheek, the woman stilling before she dragged it over her lips. "Now shh.. let me concentrate." It would be bad to accidentally kill her in from of all these people... and she had only done it get a rise out of the warlock... one that hadn't shown up yet. Perhaps he didn't care after all... Well.. at least she would feed.

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