The call of the evening's goddess could not be ignored, her siren was sweet, resonating deep within his soul, bringing him to life. His eyelashes flickered open over pale blue eyes, his gaze staring quite blankly up at the room he'd bought for the night. Sebastian was quite taken with the Witchery, it's deep red hues and royal purples made him reminisce of the decade in which he was born. It was almost enough to coax him to stay nestled beneath that plush comforter but Sebastian had come to the metropolis for a reason, one which certainly would not be carried out in the confines of a bedroom, even if it was his favorite place to be. It took some persistence to drag himself from the sheets, coaxed primarily by the prospect of something perhaps even more wonderful then a lingering memory. If there was any true imperfection to the otherwise sublime immortal, it was his undoubtable fondness for the pleasures of the flesh. Such sensuousness was quite literally enough to call him back from the grave, or this time, from his bed. It was with such lingering thoughts of silken skin beneath his fingertips and warm blood within his mouth that drew the vampire from the Witchery and into the bowels of the lowly lit bar just down the street.

Rumor had it that the facility was owned by his kind and while Sebastian had spotted many a supernatural lingering within it's booths, regrettably not one immediately captured his wayward crystalline gaze. There was a soft sigh to his lips as he leaned against the polished ebony marble of the bar, his fingertips lightly twirling around a glass of alcohol that failed to provide the fever it once did. It was, quite honestly, a habit that, like all of his others, was hard to deny. However, they were the few things that kept him at least remotely human, that kept him from growing bored of this life of infinite sunsets and sunrises. For whatever reason, Sebastian found himself wanting something specific on a night as potentially perfect as this. He wanted something unique, something intriguing and something that the current patrons were most certainly failing to provide him. His prey had to be carefully selected, perhaps more so then others of his kind might have done but he did so love his vices. His head tilted to the side in the smallest displays of inquisitiveness, his azure eyes lingering upon the young woman that entered the exquisite tavern.

His gaze lingered upon the fashion that her clothing tightly fitted her lithe figure, eying the way her hips moved as she slipped through the crowd towards the bar. In one fluid gesture he'd flagged down the bartender that eyed him with clear disdain, making a point to ensure the man knew to put the girl's drinks upon his tab. He brought his tumblr to his lips, sipping on the amber liquid as he watched her, waiting, wondering, needing and anticipating what was to come.