The shiny sign on the building front reflected the moonlight, "An Attractive Demise" it said. It beckoned to night time travelers, customers and others alike. But few knew of it's real purpose. At this time, it was fairly empty save for a few early customers though it was guaranteed to be swarming with patrons later. It's sleek modernist surfaces and furniture, along with a cool lighting scheme gave the place a great feel and vibe...relaxing yet somehow sexual. The counter beckoned those who wanted alcohol, various comfy stools rowed along it and a dozen tables scattered the large floor space for those with friends or company.<br/><br/>She stepped in right away...and she was hungry. Ashley was a regular here at, attending at least once a week whenever her "desires" arose, to find prey for her ferocious and lustful appetite. Entering through the double doors, the time now early evening, she swayed in confidently, her wide hips swaying beneath her red silk dress, ending just below those hips and having a low v-neck, allowing ample glance at her cleavage. Those breasts stretched the fabric, large and compressed under the silk. Her long blonde hair flows down to her shoulders above there, her hair as shiny and smooth as her dress, her warm and thin, round face complimented by her luscious hair. Her blue eyes glance at around at the handful of patrons already present, her juicy ruby lips moist in anticipation. Her bright make up almost contrasted her ferocious desires, lusting violently beneath her beautiful face...almost. Smiling content, she made her way through the currently un-busy bar, only a few customers present. She was early after all. Sitting down at the counter, she ordered a drink and waited patiently for the right person to walk in. The right prey.<br/><br/>Sam came here sometimes when it was early, it was close to his office and after the ridiculous hours he worked he was always willing to come down here and get a few drinks before heading home. He very often did so alone. His black office suit and tie, white shirt beneath, was untidy. It did little to help his loneliness. But he preferred to come here to be left alone after a long day, enjoy a little quite, well, excluding the few early birds talking aloud. He sat at the counter, no other sitting on the stools near him, slowly sipping his drink and calming after a long stressful day. His dark brown hair was rustled, a little unkempt. His face worn and tired, his jaw defined enough to give him a handsome look...his calm lips sipping at the glass. Sam's eyes however, were weary after such a long day. He kept quiet and continued to drink.