<em><strong>Name: Eric Wynter<br/>Location: Eric's House, The 'Weathly' Part of the City.<br/>Time: 2:15 PM</strong></em><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eric sat alone at his computer, creating a new playlist for his Spotify account. It had been a good week or two since he had perfected his latest playlist, but after listening to the songs so many times in his car, they began to grow stale. He added a few decent techno remixes of country songs, some chillstep, classical, even some rap for good measure. Basically every genre had its place in his playlist.<br/><br/>*Fault: Rear Door*<br/><br/>Eric sighed, knowing who the 'intruder' was.<br/><br/>With inhuman speed, the silver haired beauty glided into his office and performed a quick little spin before placing her hands on her hips. "Well? Is this decent? Too much? I wouldn't want to scare away your 'lesser' customers..." In his mind, Eric had to admit, Allison was a gorgeous woman. But she was a woman that he couldn't share a prolonged future with. Sure, he had loved the time and intimacy they shared together, but when she forced herself upon him and nearly turned him...that was where he carved the line.<br/><br/>"You look fine."<br/><br/>Allison frowned, feeling defeated. "Gee, thanks." She threw herself onto the small couch that sat on the side wall of the room. "What are you gonna wear?"<br/><br/>Eric didn't even turn his head. He merely pointed behind him to a small closet where a black suit was separated from the rest of the dress clothing. "That."<br/><br/>The pale skinned vampire hopped onto her feet and strode to the closet, lifting the suit to her nose and taking in its scent. "Mmmm...smells<em>just</em>like you."<br/><br/><em>Delicious</em>