He was tall, around 6'2" and very handsome. Short black hair, lean but muscular. Dark blue eyes, a great smile, and a snazzy dresser, too. He wore a dark blue suit with a black tie. At least, that's what his disguise looked like. This handsome man was actually the powerful demon Naraku, and he was hungry.. Hungry for a woman's flesh. Naraku could have any woman he wanted. He would simply take them, and do with them as he pleased, and dispose of them. "Mutual consent" was no concept of Naraku's. Why would a powerful deity such as himself care about the whims or pleads of humans? A sub-par species, they are. Of course, in this night club, nobody could see Naraku for what he was or his desires. He didn't mingle, but he didn't look suspicious either. He scanned the night club, looking for an acceptable female.<br/><br/>".. I will never talk to you again!"<br/><br/>A girl to Naraku's near right shouted at another girl. She was very attractive. And she had red hair. Red hair was something of a turn on for Naraku, even on a human.<br/><br/>(I'll take her.) he thought to himself.<br/><br/>He approached the girl, he was sitting at a corner table, both fire and fear in her eyes. She wasn't looking at Naraku, but he spoke anyway.<br/><br/>"It's not so bad here. Once you get used to it, it's actually very fun."