As the woman sat at the bar, sipping slowly on the drink before her, she never once turned to glance around. She appeared completely ignorant of the fact that she was the object of many stares, especially from the male crowd. She simply sat comfortably on the bar stool, apparently at ease to sit in the quiet.<br/><br/>There were so many memories floating around the place... so many liquor-lubricated emotions. So much lust, and pride, and greed, and happiness, and anger... She allowed her eyes to close briefly, feeling the tide of emotions and senses wash over her.<br/><br/>Where to start? There was so much to choose from... She would need to choose one tonight. Her hunger was too great to push any farther. One may not even be enough... but she wanted to find one that would be just right... just perfect to fit her mood.<br/><br/>Turning on her stool, she finally allowed her gaze to comb around the room. The chaos was just right, she decided, and couldn't resist the temptation to cause a little mayhem. Focusing on a single idea, she allowed the thought to circle around in her mind, condensing it, polishing it, until it was perfected and solidified. When she felt reasonably certain that it was prepared, she took in a deep breath, then exhaled on a long, slow, lusty sigh. The thought she'd been manipulating eased out of her in a gentle wave, and began to press outward, slowly and gently touching the minds of all around her.<br/><br/>Lust. The idea had been lust. She felt a thrill of excitement as she watched to see what the mortals around her would make of it.