As the girls joined them in the VIP area, Karl was sitting down, watching the dance floor with his burly mohawked servant just behind him. The two Germans turned their heads as the girls approached and Karl Friedrich smiled as the redhead said hello. He rose from his seat in a movement that was so graceful that it seemed unnatural. Both girls were even more beautiful than he had thought they were, a wonderful surprise and an excellent turn for the evening. The night was still young and he had every intention of pushing the evening to its limits if the girls were willing...<br/><br/>"Hello, I'm glad you accepted my invitation!" he said as he crossed the VIP area to meet them.<br/><br/>The VIP area seemed almost comically empty. It was meant for large parties, lots of people. There were couches and chairs, all leather, placed so that groups could sit and talk, and in a turn for the classy, there were even poles for dancing on placed between some of the couches. The entire area was designed for wild, debaucherous parties with the balcony overlooking the dance floor designed in a way that the VIP's could watch the dance floor, but the dancers down below wouldn't be able to see what the VIP's were up to.<br/><br/>The old Prussian vampire approached Rachel first and took her hand, "I am Karl Friedrich von Moltke and it is a pleasure to meet the both of you." Karl placed a single, delicate kiss on the back of Rachel's hand, his eyes never leaving hers.<br/><br/>It was tempting to roll her, to mold her into whatever he wanted her to be that night, but that would have been too easy. There was also something that turned him on about how naive the girls were. He didn't feel that either of them had figured out what he was, and they were boldly looking into his eyes unaware of the potential consequences.<br/><br/>Turning his attention to the beautiful red head, he smiled, "But please, just call me Karl." As he did with Rachel, Karl Friedrich took Bridget's hand and placed a single kiss on it, eyes locked on hers.