Eliza licked her lips a bit as she saw Edna's panties.  She was tempted to force the wolf's head between the girl's legs, tear off those panties of hers, and lick her roughly to orgasm.  The elder vampire shook her head, remembering that she could simply wait to do that.  She'd lived for 350 years, and thought she'd have learned some patience.  She smiled as she was asked out, wrapping the girl in her arms as she signaled to the barkeep to bring her a mixed drink.  "I'd love to go out with you, but I don't really like the movies all that much.  Perhaps we should simply go for a walk in the park after visiting the art galleries."  Eliza had never liked the theater all that much, and movie theaters made things even worse with that magic lantern that shone like the sun.  Art galleries, on the other hand, were loads of laughs, especially if they had a few of those delicious Toreadors in them.<br/><br/>Eliza drew closer, wrapping her arm around Edna and whispering in her ear.  "Perhaps we should go over to my corner booth.  It's a bit quieter there."  And more importantly, thought Eliza, it was out of the line of sight of any mortals who happened to have been invited to the club.  Eliza couldn't get very much pleasure from drinking human blood anymore, but that did very little to stop her.  She again projected her senses into the wolf, feeling the softness of Edna's legs as the wolf rubbed up against her, enjoying the warmth and the pulsing of her blood.  "Enjoy it while it lasts."  Eliza projected to her companion, feeling slightly guilty that she hadn't really been able to feed the girl properly the last few months.