Amaranthe took her time, she had all night after all. She watched the other demons going to choose their own prey for the evening and she almost tsk'd, sometimes fear made for a finer vintage when mixed with lust. She reclined against the bar, her leather pants rubbing the crome of the bar. She smelt the rising tide of the pleasure, the passion, and the lust almost electric in the air. It made her shiver. Her body began to swell in anticipation, she could wait no longer. With long confident strides she stalked over to a young man, one who was heavily bedecked in gold chains and rings, she almost laughed at the pointless display of wealth. Her eyes met his and she felt his will ebb away and he followed her like a puppy on his mistress's chain. She would lead him into a darkened corner, this one would be fast, she had to slake her hunger before taking her time truely.<br/><br/>Before he could move she was kissing him, his inexpert hands caressing her tape covered breasts, his hand fumbling at her zipper. She moved her mouth, she kissed his neck and then bit it hard. The blood poured rich and thick into her mouth, her eyes almost glowed with the pleasure of it all, as she greedily gulped it all down. The fight quickly left his body, much as his blood did. She let his lifeless body slump to the floor and she took the gold from him. She spat, it wasn't real gold. Damned posers. She headed back to the bar where the Arra and Evelith waited, smiling, her face now smeered with the thick red.