Theo was a plump being. In his human  mask he barely stood an amazing four foot eleven inches with short spiked red hair,gold eyes,and straight white teeth. He  usually dresses his round self in black latex pants with a purple sequence vest. Theo also was once a many time ago a male to a nameless family in a nameless race till Damon  help fortify papers for him to prosper in the world he was stuck in, though until finding out recently the illegal mess he had put himself in. Theo had managed to make his club into a front for his own slave ring. He would take in overly intoxicated and drugged men and women,place a mood stimulate in their neck,and control their every thought and desire.<br/>Seeing a target go out of his sight he hurried to the door on his tiny legs slightly beating the two girls to the door. Huffing through his stubby neck he smiled as he bent down and greeted himself. "Good evening ladies," a treble voice almost of a woman's passed through his lips as he bowed."I can see there is much more fun to be enjoyed from the two of you tonight,why don't you do as your please tonight then and have it be all on the house!" He raised his fat arms reaching out, then dropped them."I am sure  you two are celebrating something tonight with moods like that?"<br/><br/>Spotting the man Damon started to make his way to him in a calmly manner.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>In the left room behind a closed door Astaroth took his seat ordering the death drink that had made the club famous in underground cults. The drink was as black as oil and runny as water, when you would drink it it leaves a sweet chocolate and caramel taste in your senses while spreading toxins into the body at an incredible rate killing the human user in no less than four hours. Astaroth in his past month has drunken most of his far share and has became his favorite drink as he talked to his bartender Lilliana.