Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
Patience was a virtue Sebastian had perfected during long nights of the same ritual. It was a waiting game, intriguing his prey just enough till they came to him. Usually, it was the hardest part of the entire evening because by the time they were in front of him, most fell easily enough under the sway of his powerful manipulations. His head tilted slightly to the side as he watched the girl saunter up towards the bar and for once he was thankful that he'd hardly have to linger long before her attention was ensnared. He watched as the bartender poured liquid after liquid to produce a drink as azure as his own crystalline gaze. For a moment, his eyebrows rose as he watched her pick up the cocktail, his gaze hardly tarrying as the bartender gestured towards him, bringing her own dark eyes in his direction. With a hungry gaze he watched her hips shift from side to side with every step as she neared him and for a brief moment the vampire inhaled her scent with a ravenous lust. He knew what she was the moment she paused in front of him. He knew she was a were and yet, unlike perhaps some of his kind, Sebastian was hardly daunted by this knowledge, finding instead that the supernatural were more adept when it came to endurance between the bed sheets.

Her voice brought a small grin to his masculine features, his fangs flashing in the dim light of the bar. "Perhaps. It is by far the most effective manner to get a girl's attention, don't you think?" He inquired although it was far more rhetorical then anything else. After all, a few dollars and she'd walked right into the incubus vampire's reach. The price was definitely worth the reward to him. He hardly hesitated in releasing his pent up powers, his magic embracing the young female with little difficulty. It was almost immediate, the way his power flooded into her blood stream, changing the way the chemicals within her body fired to something subtly more beneficial for himself. It was a small change, something that most men would be oblivious too, at least consciously and though it was hardly benevolent of him, it was all apart of the web he weaved, the one to ensure she had very little luck with men tonight, besides himself, of course. What he hadn't expected, however, was the resistance his magic was met with, resistance that made his eyebrows furrow momentarily. "Well, well, well, you are a special little thing, aren't you dove?" His voice was soft, introspective even as his eyes refocused upon her, his head tilting to the side as he studied her. He wasn't quite willing to admit yet what he had discovered after all she had hardly been the first he'd come across to have some sort of...innate immunity to his subtle suggestions.

Sebastian hardly lingered upon the realization long, however, instead focusing upon the pheromones he emitted rather then her own. It was an easy enough task, to change them enough to synchronize with hers, to sexually attract her, after all, that was the goal of this game, wasn't it? It was a game he was particularly adept at, having two whole centuries to perfect the art. "Have you been in this city long?" He inquired, moving on past his momentary lapse, "Better yet, would you care to show a new comer around?" Sebastian offered her the smallest of simpers, already hoping that his 'new to the city' ruse would be enough to pull her from this bar. It was only when they left these noisy halls that the real fun would begin, fun that Sebastian had, to be dreadfully honest, once died for.