"I am sorry," Sherry said when he told her she didn't get permission to move.  She smiled and bowed a little as he told her to go bring the man that brought her here to him.  "I will.  He's not far.  Just in the middle of the club on the black couch."  She went out of the room to go fetch him.  She was excited and happy.  She got the guy to eventually follow her.  She didn't want him as a master anymore, but she begged him like he was to follow her.  She told him that somebody wanted to meet him.  They got into the room and the man saw the collar on the floor.  "Why is that off?" the man asked.  "It must have fallen off.  I didn't clip in on tight enough when we left," Sherry replied.<br/><br/>Evelith had enough of sucking on him, so she stood up, removed her clothes, and turned around.  She had her legs spread a little as she stuck her ass out towards the man slightly.  He needed no further instructions or invite to know what she wanted him to do.  He slid into her ass easily.  He then grabbed onto either side of her ass as she put her hands up on the wall and started to fuck her so hard her ass was turned red already from the slapping skin.  She didn't exactly get pleasure from actual physical sex from the humans seeing as they didn't fuck as good as demons, but she let him think she was in ecstacy.  She moaned like she loved it and that just made him fuck her harder and faster.  She sensed his building climax.  As he exploded, that was the moment she decided to drink all of his energy.  The taste of sexual energy was so delectible.  As he felt drained, he pulled out of her ass and sat back on the black sofa behind him.  He was panting and too lazy to straighten his posture.  "I never usually get spent that quickly," he said.  "You have no idea," she told him.  "What do you mean by that?"  "This."  She jumped on him, an obsidian bladed knife appearing out of nowhere as she leaned it closer to his eyes.  He had the look of fear, hopelessness, terrified, and empty.  Empty was a new flavor she hadn't used for her wine yet.  "Your eyes will be a wonderful addition to my wine."  With that, she started to cut around the edges of his eyes so she wouldn't cut the eyes.  Not just yet anyway.  He started to scream, but was way too weak to fight her off.  She finally cut out both of his eyes, and put them in a little jar that had the three other pairs of eyes in there.  "Four sets of eyes already.  Each filled with different 'spices' and colours.  Sure to make a terrific wine."  She smiled and examined the jar closely.  Turning it this way and that.  She let out a small laugh then looked at the body beneath her.  His heartbeat was very faint.  She felt it.  She decided to bite a big hole in his chest, rip out his heart and swollowed it hole.  She finally cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on.  She took the jar to the back of the bar where she always kept them before the night got really good.  She didn't want the jar broken.  In a few minutes, this club will turn into a masacre.  So she decided to wait it out by chilling on the couch closest to the one she knew Dampe was in.  The smell of the room was of pain and sex.  But the type of pain where the human got extreme pleasure.  She smiled.