<span class="bbc_u">Adrianna Lowe</span><br/><br/>Adrianna stood beside her two best friends, in what had to be the world's longest line in the world's most ridiculous outfit. The two girls had forced her into a black satin corset that pushed her generous breasts abnormally higher than usual, and a pair of skin tight leather pants with knee high high-heeled boots. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot in impatience.<br/><br/>They had been telling her since the "Vampire" bar Bitten opened, that one day, they would drag her to it, and here she stood, slutted out to go to some dirty fetish bar when she would definately prefere to be at home curled up in bed with a text book. She scoffed as two men decked out with fake fangs and capes walked past her. People thought that was sexy? Puh-lease!<br/><br/>"Adri, keep tapping your foot like that, and I just may break that hot ass little leg," her friend Christy said, the aggitation clear on her face. "Why can't you enjoy yourself for just one single night? It's all that we ask."<br/>Christy was dressed in a tight black cocktail dress, with fishnest stalkings and toothpick heels. She had even doned 3/4 arms length black gloves to match.<br/><br/>"Ooh, ooh, it's our turn," he other friend Sarah said, as she made eyes at the hard muscled doorman. She was wearing the same outfit as Christy, but in a blood red color with the black fishnets.<br/><br/>"Splendid," Adrianna muttered as she followed her friends inside. Instantly, she was bombarded by smoke and what seemed to be fog, probably from a fog machine to give the place mystery. In the center of the room was a large dancefloor, where there seemed to be no space to slip into between the many scantily clad bodies that girated on the floor. Off to one side, the wall was lined with booths for small parties, and on the other side of the large room, there were what looked to be secret little alcoves for privacy.<br/><br/>"I'll get us some drinks. You two go find us a booth," Christy said before walking towards the bar area.<br/><br/>To get to the booths, they had to walk past the alcoves. Curiously, Adrianna glanced in to one, the sounds of moaning loud and catching to her ears. Peaking in between the folds of hanging fabric, there was a woman who seemed to be sucking on a man's neck, his face a mask of pure ecstacy. Suddenly, the woman's eyes opened, and red irises stared back at her.<br/><br/>"S-sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." She hastily scurried away, looking for her friend. Sarah waved her over from one of the booths, a bald headed beheamoth of a man already sitting beside her. Slipping into the other side of the booth, Adrianna dropped her head into her hands. "What have I gotten myself into?"