Roland walked into the human club, not knowing what to expect.  The last time he had frequented a human club was in the era of disco dancing and skin tight pants.  He looked around and the gyrating bodies and smiled.  The humans were ever so free with their emotions.  A driving beat with meaningless words moved their bodies around and around, in an endless mating dance.  He knew he or she was here somewhere, but it was hard to pin down where through the emotions of the crowd.  He could sense their emotions and feed off of them if he wished.<br/><br/>Suddenly he spotted her, across the room, in the arms of another man.  The man himself was delicious, but was nothing compared to the one who was to be his.  Her long brown, curly hair swirled about her as she danced.  She was wearing a short plaid skirt, which showed off her shapely legs, and a button up black blouse.  The man's hands were all over her as they moved about the floor.  Roland watched with a twinge of jealousy.  The human was playing a dangerous game, dancing with his property.  He walked quietly through the chaos, approaching the unsuspecting couple, but stayed just a bit back, wanting to observe her further before he made his move.