Vetta had found a young man who looked like he was barly 21 and had convenced him that she needed him in the club with her and every time she cut him lightly and licked the blood he fell more and more under her spell. Cutting his throat lightly she watched as he almost lost to much the she licked the wound so it could heal, she was becomeing increasingly aroused as she tourched the boy as her feet and she laughed at him and made him crawl on his hands and knees through the blood on the ground back to the bar so she could talk with the others as she slowly broke him down until he was no fun then she would simply drain him of his soul and through the body away. "Look I have a pet" SHe giggled with a smile on her face.