Insanity. Delicious... utter.... insanity. These mortals were so ruled by their hormones that it only took a gentle nudge to get them going in the right direction. The couples playing pool stopped pretending to play. Where they had previously been using the postures of their shots to draw attention to their physical assets, they were now simply braced against the table, currently engaged in what looked to be a race of tongue-devouring. Her eyes sparkled with intense amusement as she gazed around the room.<br/><br/>A drunken man got up from his table, peered around the room like a prowling jungle cat, and approached a woman at the bar. He planted his awkward hands on her body, one on the lower rear, the other on the upper front, and squeezed. She, for her part, paid no notice, too distracted by her own act of maneuvering her tongue into another man's throat.<br/><br/>How very savage. How brutish. These mortals were truly foolish animals. Mere toys to her to play with. She closed her eyes and repeated the action of sending out a wave of emotion, only this time she put a genuine effort into it. The wave that resulted was much stronger, and actually visible as a ripple of movement that went out from her, colliding almost physically with everyone in the blast radius.<br/><br/>A few times she was approached by males who attempted to engage her, but she sent them on their way with a lazy flick of her wrist, detouring their advances onto other subjects. For now, she would not feed. She would enjoy watching.<br/><br/>That was... until he arrived. This one was different. She could see that from the start... and yet he was the same. He still stared at her, transfixed and vacant, but his thoughts were still guided, at least slightly, by clarity. She could see that he was slipping, however. She could feel the strain on his mind, taste it...<br/><br/>Yes, this would be the one. This would be the challenge that would be worthy of her time. He would suit her needs nicely. Turning on her stool, she glanced over at him, eyes burning fiercely with intense attraction. After a moment of watching him, she leaned forward to whisper into his ear.<br/><br/>"Let it go, young man..." her voice was low, throaty, almost a purr. Her breath would feel hot against his skin as she spoke, lips brushing his ear with a feathery touch as she continued, "Do not fight that which pleases you. Your control and self depriving rituals are senseless. Give in to what you feel... and let it fill you. Reward your hard work and dedication... for just this night. Let... it... go..."