Claire sat back, licking the blood from her lips and wiping her face with a handkerchief, watching the demon approach.  She smiled, his pheromones were almost overwhelming to her heightened senses, but she had been alive long enough for her to control herself...for now.  She was wearing a crimson dress with a low neckline, showing off a massive amount of cleavage, while still managing to keep a majority of her breasts covered.  Her black hair was piled in coils a top her head, small tendrils escaping to caress her neck.  Tonight promised to be interesting.