Saturday night, the street was as busy as a college town gets. Men dressed up, women dressed up, everyone was out. Some were hoping to have fun, others were searching for something else. Something more intimate. And that, a lost soul hoping to keep warm with another body, was who Abigail was searching for.<br/><br/>With a slow saunter in her walk, Abby neared her favourite bar in town. The music could be heard softly from the outside. This place had provided more than one successful hit in the past. Ideally, she went for people of power. Her 'job' had the threat of ruining lives, and she knew she should feel bad. However, Abby knew she didn't. In fact, it was quite contrary. It excited her, gave her a high like nothing else. She thirsted for the power blackmail brought, and she was damn good at it now.<br/><br/>Running a hand down her tight, thigh length, black dress she pushed the entrance open. Her dark eyes scanned the room, like a hunter looking for her prey. There were plenty of lonely bodies to be found, though none caught her interest right away. Instead, she headed towards the bar, her blonde hair bouncing with each sway of her step.<br/><br/>Leaning over the bar slightly with a flirty smile, she asked for a drink. It didn't take long to have her request filled, it never did. That's exactly how she liked it too. Abby raised the glass to her lips, her aura demanding attention from any and all in the room.