The smell of sex was thick in the tiny one bedroom apartment. Cyrus Kingsdale, a young man at 25, was lying in bed, one his arms behind his head and a beautiful young woman wrapped around his torso. He was smoking a cigarette, something he always did after sex. "That was amazing..." The young woman gripped Cyrus's torso, eliciting a groan from the man.<br/><br/>"So, you should probably get out of here." Cyrus finished his cigarette, putting it out in the full ash tray next to his bed.<br/><br/>"And why's that?" The woman drew a circle on his chest with her finger.<br/><br/>"I've got shit to do. Clubs to hit. Things like that." Cyrus tried to get up, but the woman held him down, straddling him.<br/><br/>"Maybe I can join you...? We can have a late dinner..." She grinned and kissed him. Cyrus rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>"Yeah sure. Tell you what? Meet me at the Olive Garden." Cyrus got up. The woman let him this time, watching him longingly as he got dressed in his typical clubbing gear; leather jacket, leather pants, leather gloves, leather belt. Cyrus was a huge fan of leather. He intentionally got this outfit a size too small; he liked to feel like he was being choked a little. "Let yourself out." Cyrus walked out the door and got into his car. He drove to the club he always went to on nights like tonight; "The Crypt." He got out of his car after parking in his usual spot. He took a deep breath of the night air. "Back in my element at last." He walked past the line and up to the door, running a finger along the bouncer's face while he did so. "Hey there."<br/><br/>"Well, hello. What brings you here?" The bouncer asked.<br/><br/>"Just looking for fun. Any... fun here?" Cyrus gave him a look full of lust and desire.<br/><br/>"Yeah... lots of fun here." He moved aside. Cyrus walked past him.<br/><br/>"Thanks, hot stuff." As soon as he entered, the music filled his ears. Cyrus began looking around for potential "targets". That was when he noticed someone who appeared to be a little girl. Impossible in this place, so she must be way older than she looked. Perhaps she would be willing to have some... fun.  He approached her. "Good evening, lady. My name is Cyrus. Can I buy you a drink?"