“Dancing in a hurricane. What an unusual description… Do tell me more?” He prodded for details but the man was resilient and did not give up his position. It was a fun game for now, the vampire thought, but it would lose its flavor eventually.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith looked deeply into those swirling pools of ice though he made no use of his glamour. The man looked confused but still not to the point of realization, “I prefer you without those silly things. They are unnecessary here.” He made a gentle sweeping gesture to their enclosed surroundings as he spoke, “Besides, I find your eyes to be quite alluring. You should not hide them so.” They were stunning in a much different way than his own. They contained a great rolling power, like thunder clouds churning in a great maelstrom where as the vampires were like pools of scarlet liquid beneath snakelike slitted pupils. Polar opposites they were, life and death incarnate.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire allowed this venomous gaze to rove over the man’s body and he delighted at the tent in his sodden pants. He was unable to grow aroused unless there was fresh blood in his system so it was always a wonderful treat for him when he saw it happen to his male victims without any effort on their part other than the raging blood that throbbed within them.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith watched with ardor as his own passions swelled within his chest. He had managed to get the beautiful creature into his den without much cause for alarm but the effects were fading fast now and a tang of fear pushed into the man’s scent as he took in his surroundings. In addition to there being no windows there were no mirrors either as a vampire had no need of such things. What may have been even stranger was that the townhome they entered had clearly displayed them on the outside, but things did not translate between the two spaces, a distortion. A marble of reality that existed between two planes was what they truly stood in now, though it was nearly impossible to tell. He had crafted this den with careful attention to detail after all.<br/><br/><br/>“You are here because you wanted something. Do you remember?” He sought to offer some measure of comfort. He could feel his bloodlust becoming a storm of his own deep in his undead veins, a heady feeling of need washed over him making his temper short. He fought back the urge to rip open Cersie’s throat and bath in his delicious agony. “We brokered a deal at the brothel, that was all. The real treat is here with me, in my home.” …which you will never leave again. He did not openly mention the last part but his voice remained soft and measured as he approached. The mud was of no consequence to him, it would be gone the moment they stepped foot into the next room. “Perhaps you should sit, you seem to be confused my darling boy.” He motioned for a plush velvet couch.<br/><br/><br/>The bitterness of his fear grew larger and Iseulith felt his own resolve slip, loosening the chains on his inner beast just a bit. It was a barely perceptible change in his demeanor but it was there none the less. “I am Iseulith. You know my name. I am the stuff your dreams are made of … if you dream that is.” He noticed the crackling in Cersie’s gaze and smiled wickedly, “Oh! How marvelous you are. I think the better question is what you might in fact be. Don’t you think?” He removed his bright carmine coat, dropping it carelessly to the floor and moved to sit on the couch himself leaving the man a spot in which to call his own. “Do me the pleasure of joining me and I will explain it to you.”<br/><br/><br/>Regardless of whether or not Cersie chose to stand there in defiance or sit as invited he spoke directly to him. His bloodlust had driven him to the point where he did not feel he could properly control his glamour and he did not wish to drink from a dead-eyed puppet so his only resolve at this point was to ease the man’s tension. “I wish to offer you something much more potent than any Opium you will ever find. I gave you an example of it earlier, the effects of which you can surely still taste if you attempt to recall.” He slowly began to unbutton the tall collar of his shirt revealing the lines of his throat as he made himself comfortable.<br/><br/><br/>“There is much more to it than the simple kiss however. We haven’t discussed the method of payment. You must give before you can receive, such is life. You understand.” He reached up to release his hair and it spilled smoothly over his shoulders and the back of the couch like deep black water. He gave Cersie’s bemused face a little wink, “I promise that once you have given me what I desire, that you will be laying on this floor here for a week if you so desire. Your body will ignite with pleasures like you have likely never experienced before. It’s really up to you.” Sometimes the illusion of a choice was the strongest incentive one could give. “Me or the streets, child. Choose now, I’d not have you waste my time any further if you are not serious about your pleasures.”<br/><br/><br/>Was Cersie to choose the door he would find it barred, the locking sound it had issued earlier had disconnected them from the street and even if he were powerful enough to break it down he would find nothing but darkness beyond it. He did so hope the man did not disappoint him this night, he truly wanted them both to experience his talents together.