Lust perched side-saddle on the bar stool, her finger lightly tracing the rim of the glass before her. One leg was gracefully crossed over the other, leaving one foot lightly suspended in the air. Her long satin dress the color of blood fell open up the slit, exposing her legs halfway up her thighs. She bounced her foot up and down slightly in a move that almost looked bored. As if she were completely unaware that more and more of the eyes in the bar were turned toward her, she tossed her head, pulling the long locks of chocolate brown hair off her shoulder, sending the curling waves cascading down her back below her waist line instead.<br/><br/>Her sapphire blue eyes casually moved around the club. Her expression remained disconnected, unobservant, but she didn't miss a single detail. She hadn't even needed the glance to tell her what she'd see. She could feel it in the air. The tension was almost palpable, and she relished the feel of it. Lifting her glass slowly, she pressed the rim to her blood-red lips, sipping delicately. Long, perfect lashes brushed her cheek as she closed her eyes in pleasure.<br/><br/>Though the club was supposed to be high-end... fancy... she had no doubts that every man in the room was swiftly descending to his more animalistic nature. The longer she sat there, the more the behavior of the crowd around her descended toward violence.<br/><br/>For the instant that her eyes were closed, she cast her senses out wide, absorbing the wave of emotions floating around the room. This really was the best way to feed. She viewed the auras of the people around her idly, enjoying the act. Several of the auras burned a bright red, hot as a flame. She knew they were ready. So she focused on them. Narrowing her influence to these, the most advanced of her subjects for the night, and began gently funneling her Will into them. Under her influence, she felt them rapidly begin to lose control. Their lust took over. Their need for her was all they knew. Before three minutes had passed, each of them had abandoned whoever they were with and were gathered around her. Their brains were beyond reason, so none of them said much beyond whatever clumsy pick-up line they could come up with.<br/><br/>She steadily ignored them all. Predictably, their response to her silence was... less than reasonable.<br/><br/>"Hey, man... back off." One ape grunted at another.<br/><br/>"Yeah? You want to make me?" Ape number two grunted back.<br/><br/>As is usually the case, the apes around her quickly forgot her presence. Falling instead, upon eachother. Their nerves were so taught... their bodies so fueled by her influence, that they would either need a very hot, rough encounter very soon... or a great deal of violence to restore them to reason.<br/><br/>The violence and noise that erupted among her apes spread through the rest of the club rapidly. Men quickly hopped into the fray, either to join in, or to try and stop it. Women became angry at their men... or at the other women. Either way... the aura of each and every person in the club was burning a bright hot red.<br/><br/>Her glass now empty, she delicately placed it on the bar, a laugh bubbling past her lips as she did so. Then she froze. She still had one ape left. He was standing right next to her. His eyes aflame with need. He didn't seem to have noticed the brawl going on around him. His breathing heavy, he watched her move, his eyes drifting from her chest, down her body, then rising to her chest again.<br/><br/>"Now now..." She said, pressing one finger under his chin and lifting it till he found her eyes, "You don't wanna do that.. Its rude to stare. Besides... hmm..." she chuckled, stepping closer to him. She was now so close that she could feel the heat of his body, "Little boys who play with fire get burned."<br/><br/>She kept him there, locked in place with a violent, painful arousal. His body vibrated with the strain of it. Then his eyes glazed over. All awareness melted away. He reached up with one hand, threaded his fingers through her hair, then clenched his hand into a fist. Using is fist, he pulled her closer, pressed his lips to hers in a violent kiss. Immediately, she felt him pressed against her. His entire body had gone tense with anticipation. A feral growl rose from his throat.<br/><br/>She smiled, her lips pulling against his as she allowed the kiss to linger for just a moment longer. The physical bond created when skin met skin fed her quickly. She felt power well within her, recharging her inner batteries rapidly. As she fed, his violence abated. Reason slowly began to awaken dimly within his mind. She could feel it stirring.<br/><br/>"Mm mm...." she mumbled a protest against his mouth.<br/><br/>Drawing deeper and deeper from him, she allowed herself to fully enjoy the moment. The pathetic man was melting fast. His aura had already faded to a dim, pathetic hue of grey. He was almost gone. She took one last, deep draw, and he went completely limp in her arms. She dropped him without another thought for him. Stepping over her body, she retrieved her little red clutch and crossed to the door. She cast another glance around the chaotic scene and left the club.<br/><br/>As she began her leisurely pace down the street, another laugh escaped her. The sound carried unnaturally, bouncing off the surrounding buildings until the street seemed to fill with her merriment.