SCREAM baby, SCREAM;

The city was a strange place to behold, lost within the chaos of magic and beasts, a place not intended for the weak. The fragile were picked off faster than a ripe blood red apple within reach from the limbs of a tree. Risque was not the weak, as a vampire, she hardened herself with an impermeable armour and not held back with petty emotions that turned the strong into helpless piles of sludge. Sludge she would gladly trudge right over without any heed or grievances. Such a cruel and calculating creature to behold, willing to milk the opportunities that crossed her path, oh the poor creatures that did.


Once she gripped on tight, embedding her merciless teeth into their supple flesh, she did not let go. Risque was not merciful, hell she wasn't a lot of things, one thing could be certain she was as rotten as they came. But such an alluring package, it was almost too ruthless, not that she ever paid any notice to it. The poor human souls thinking for a fracture in time that you could look and touch, only to have your face peeled off and your throat ripped out and tossed to the side like discarded crumpled paper.


She sits in her office, tucked away and out of sight, as the music pounds unforgivingly against the high quality speakers which encase the establishment. It dwelled somewhere high up within the rafters with access to practically anywhere she had desired to go. It was dimly lit and possessed quite a modern blended in with her favorite gothic influences, rich with artwork that could give away her age. This was more her throne room rather than an office, a panther curled up by her chair, almost peaceful as it slept but deadly and imposing when it's eyes were open. A poor creature marked as hers until the truest form of death whisked them away or they were released, the only way to escape Risque. There were many, felids where her power in which to control, as if she were their master, they could not refuse her with such intricate mind chains shackling them to her when they become on her radar.



The crowd was bustling, but she often oversaw the occurrences within her club both nefarious in nature and mundane.


She stood suddenly, knowing that the party would be in full swing, charged bodies swaying, drama unfolding, and people getting far too wasted to make any kind of judgement. She left the secure confines of a nearly soundproof office to perch up in the rafters, lost in the concealing shadows on the rafters, she could see all without them knowing. Her eyes comb with practiced precision, feeling for felines within the belly of her establishment. No one that wasn't already hers, she felt for Tetradore, sulking within the crowd with his usual off putting stay away look strewn across his features. She needed to pay her unruly pet a visit.. soon. She had known of his sneaking off, a blatant disregard for his chains. He needed a lesson in obedience, lucky for him it was not now..


She wore a little black number, wearing heels she moved in with an ethereal feline grace. So very much like her felines she dominated and controlled. The people were a mere backdrop to her scene, hormones rampant with tangible desire, their smelt like the scent fresh baked bread flooding the senses. But this predator was not on the prowl for their blood in this fleeting moment but a different kind of liquid.


That was when the vampire caught upon her radar. She eyes him, sizing up the only vampire she didn't know at the bar. The obsidian haired woman saw his line of sight shift to the trashy woman vying for his attention, attention he seemed more intent on sharing with the alcohol at the bar.


Her gaze is intense laced with death and cold, yet there is that way her eyes narrowed oh so slightly that beckon, come if you dare. A wicked gleam as she draws closer to the unfamiliar male vampire. "You know what I want." She spoke to the bar tender, who with an obedient nod immediately opened up a cabinet with her finest alcohol, one tailored specifically for her, lacing it with virgin's blood and a witch's enchantment. She leaned against the bar to the left of the vampire, nonchalantly. "You would do well to pay closer attention to you prey, lest it be snatched right from under your inattentive gaze." Her voice draws out, sensual and yet darkly, as if toying with every word that dropped from her luscious lips that almost a threaten an wicked little smirk. "They do seem incredibly.. easy." She purrs her observation (as if it were an insult), discreetly as her piercing palest blue eyes land upon their plea for his attention. Oh misguided honeys, didn't they ever know that desperation didn't smell good on anyone.