Remaining in her malleable form, viscous in nature, she'd slipped herself into one of the bolted  metal doors that composed the more upstanding of the V.I.P. private booths, ones that were constructed for the sole purpose of not allowing any to enter, unless they could pass the retinal scan on the outside. Maybe a bit too high tech for a simple club? Perhaps, however this could lead one to believe that some not so savory business was taking place on the top floor of this particular establishment.<br/><br/>Occupying this cubicle was one of the city's bigwigs in underhanded crime, being the one numerous bookies would report to in the gambling faction of the city, and this had been Dawn's target all along.. finding someone with enough monetary value to not only fill her wallet, but her residence and her stomach as well. Hey, a girl's gotta eat, right? The inside of the booth was extravagant, the walls coated with a black crush velvet lining, a bench encircling a large table in the center, the bench itself raised and covered in silk, the thread count Dawn was unsure of.<br/><br/>There he sat, puffing on his cigar and filling the small area full of toxic fumes, a harsh scent permeating even the outside of the booth, via the passage Dawn had taken her entry at. At first he didn't taken notice to the minute sliver of black oozing along the bottom portion of the bench, very much like a thick oilslick without the shiney possibility for "rainbows". The man was obviously too overindulged in himself and confident in his safety that he was untouchable, or so he thought.<br/><br/><em>I'm going to enjoy this...</em><br/><br/>Thoughts filled her head, or what would have been her head had she been on the better side of tangible. Slowly serpentine tendrils extended to inaudibly wrap around the man's ankles, slithering over his pants with a faint hissing sound.. the sound of material being eaten away due to her acidic nature. More obsidian tendrils erupted from the viscous black pool on the floor, tightening around his calves and ascending to his thighs.. the man now aware of this entity near him.. touching him.. began to scream.<br/><br/>At the first outburst, a thick tendril swiftly rose into the air and stared at him for a moment, as if having a life of it's own, bobbing it's tip back and forth almost toying sadistically with it's prey before launching directly at the fat man's gaping maw, piercing his flesh, pocks and burn marks begging to show on his face as flesh began to drip from the previously opened orifice. Invading his body, it traveled down his esophogus and upon hitting his stomach she increased her potency to a degree where she would eat through the man's epidermis and vital organs however not strong enough for her to burn a hole right through the floor, although there'd be a small crater where the pool had been until she moved to encompass the vastness of the man's feeble body.<br/><br/>A few working strands less potent in nature had swiftly relieved the man of his belongings that were of any worth. A diamond-chip Gucci watch, a number of designer rings with rocks in them the size of quarters, a Prada wallet with stacks of crisp benjamins in it, and a few chains that had hung around where the man's neck -used- to be. All of this items were placed upon the table and when she was done... there was what resembled human soup on the floor, the remnants of what once was a prominent figure in the city, reduced to a smoldering pile of putrid flesh and blood.<br/><br/>Dawn would solidify, reclaiming her exotic physique, long dark hair giving off an ethereal shine as she opened the door to exit the booth manually, emerging and sealing the door promptly behind her with a little acidic touch, melting the components so it'd be a task to get to the man.. or what was left of him.<br/><br/>She had planned on melting the club to the ground, and if she could've found enough reserve of acidic components throughout the club she would've had means to do it.. however this would suffice for now, and as she made her way past the bouncers on the third floor she'd offer them a sultry smile, lips pursing gently as she ran her tongue over them.<br/><br/>"Night boys." She cooed, running a manicured finger down the bicep of one, the confused look on his face there for good reason. How had this girl gotten access to the V.I.P. lounge? Probably just servicing a john she had up there.. mistaking Dawn for a whore was highly amusing in her eyes but she rolled with it, descending the stairs slowly but surely and catching sight of Blaze as she did.<br/><br/>"G'night handsome.. " She purred, twirling her fingers at him in a wave as she made her way towards the exit.<br/><br/>Meanwhile.. upstairs pandemonium was letting loose, one of the man's lackeys had decided to go check up on the boss, and noticing the door was melted shut, had requested immediate assistance in jarring it open with whatever handy utensils they had laying around. It would take them a good ten minutes to eventually break the barrier.. and when they did.. a stench unlike anything that'd ever graced their nostrils would perfume outward to taint the whole upper floor. People would be ushered downstairs for safety.. bickering would begin. There were a lot of people that were going to be in a -lot- of trouble for this one.. Obviously something had gone wrong.. and that would be appearant to anyone on the second floor of the club, even some on the first.<br/><br/>Dawn? She was chatting it up with the bouncer at the door, passing Tanya as the girl walked in, feral yellow eyes running over her figure as she offered the female a coy smile, fluttering of her lash working as a light wink as the girl passes her.