Isolde smiled soberly at the large man. Her life mate was a vampire, equally as big, charming and dangerous. His father was some upper level demon and his mother, a queen. The red haired witch didn't flirt casually because she never knew if he would show up. He was quite jealous and Isolde respected the damage he could do. Isolde tossed back her main of glossy waist length hair.<br/><br/>"Hello, " she answered the demon, for she could read the footprint of his soul. "I'm new here, which is obvious. Do they do karaoke here too? or is it strictly dance tunes?"<br/><br/>She gave the human man a sidelong glance. What a hottie! She planned to keep an eye on him, in case, he was in over his head. He had greeted her rather complimentary so she took a sip of the rich Irish cream and said, "Thank you. I like to stand out in the crowd."<br/><br/>She crossed her long tanned legs and kind of kicked her booted foot. The leather of her mini skirt was soft and the satin of her emerald green tank top shimmered along with the disco ball's fractured light.