The booming euro-dance thundered through the walls of Fangtasia, just as the baby vamp liked it. Subconsciously she found herself moving her shoulders, nearly laughing at how expressly seductive she must have appeared to the fangbangers sitting across the way. She lifted her chin, parting her lips to surface her protruded fangs, letting her tongue roll along the dry, pink flesh lining her mouth. Reaching a flawlessly manicured hand upwards before pulling on the rim of her dark baker boy’s cap, she continued to sway herself back and forth, letting the length of her hair gently shift from shoulder to shoulder. She must have stood out, because the looks she was attaining were definitely lustful. Everything about this rhythm was her’s. Her body seemed to flow so easily along with it.

Right now, right here, at her table alone, she was no longer Namie Amuro. Names did not matter here. She was on fire. She was herself and nothing else mattered, including alias. She was walking sex appeal, and it was high time to make all known. Screw him and screw her, they weren’t here to tell her what to do. Here she was no longer the curious childlike woman; here she was completely under the influence of the music, pounding through the wondrous speakers of which she favoured so much. A smirk overtaking her small mouth as she ran a hand along her long brown coiffure, letting it travel down past the chest of her corset; all in the midst of her movement.

Soon after, she felt another’s gaze radiating upon her skin. Continuing her alteration, she searched around until she managed to come into view with whoever it may be. It didn’t take long. A woman. Could this feeble life been watching her the entire time? The girl couldn’t have been much older than Namie, sitting with a glass of barely wine in her pure, humanly hand, watching the vampire with all her cade. The baby vamp’s smirk did not faultier, holding eye-contact with the woman was such an easy task, swinging her body back and forth just a little more randy-like to edge her further. She needed to be wanted. Regardless of the personage, she inquired the ache for her own, slim body. The other woman’s expression was different from her own, however. Almost a look of desperation placed upon her olive complexion.

Such a pretty girl was all that entered the vampire’s mind. Green eyes, strawberry blonde waved hair. Remarkably, her appearance was much more taken care of than others. Like the girl had primped entirely for Namie’s primrose path. Could this have possibly been the baby vamp’s chance to have fun? Could this have been her chance to finally let loose? She lifted a hand, keeping the other on the nape of her neck to show herself off, and wafted the girl over. Her smirk widened upon the other’s reaction, a look of shrill surprise, trying her hardest to contain her excitement and composure. The girl placed the glass onto her table, acting as if it was completely irrelevant and stood up casually, pushing her chair in using a nonchalant fashion. She then turned her head in the vampire’s direction, licking her lips as if she had just viewed her next meal. Her attempt to tease was almost amusing as it held absolutely no effect on Namie─ she was entirely in control as of late.

The way the woman’s hips moved with each step, the way she made her way over; you could say the girl was a temptress, knowing every which way to please. Surprisingly, it left Namie with a feeling of wonder, a feeling of wanting more. And oh boy, with each click of the strawberry girl’s heals she became more and more ready. Finally, after what seemed like much too long of a wait, the woman had stopped directly in front of Namie; disregarding there were several seats open at her table. She looked at her blankly for a moment, intaking all of the tiny vampire’s perfect features. Her name was Evangeline Harris, 23 year old fangbanger. What did this matter to Namie? Not a goddamn thing.

Without uttering a word, the strawberry blonde crouched herself down in front of the vampire, obviously knowing how to take the reins in such a way, exemplifying this was not the first time she had done such a thing. Namie parted her lips once more, flaunting her fangs as she dissevered her legs to either side. Clubbing was not about keeping up appearances, after all. Still, a lack of communication as the unfamiliar woman placed both her hands on Namie’s thighs, running them up her body to her chest, and then swiftly slanting forward to put the two into a lock of glancing. It was nothing the vampire had ever experienced; the woman’s vigorous lips on hers were much too amusing. The making was almost violent, showing the redheaded girl’s anguish all too well. It was fact people were now looking, but the entire array was much too boisterous to end so quickly.

Then, completely unexpected, the human grazed the flesh above her mouth along Namie’s fangs, effortlessly clean-cutting through the skin. Namie could not tell if this was meant or not, but certainly the girl had done either action as an example of lust. She went directly back in, letting the vampire suck the blood dripping from her upper-lip as her tongue made its battle for dominance, rolling inside the other’s mouth. Namie grabbed onto the strawberry girl’s sides, pulling her down and onto her lap as she started up again on alternating her body with the beat. All of this seemed just a little tart, but that could not be helped now. Breaking the kiss for air was absolutely hilarious as the redheaded girl looked as if she had just been deprived a lifeline. Instantly, she leaned back in, this time going at it as if Namie was some sort of ambrosial meal. The vampire could no longer halter her need, swaying her body accordingly to the current song against the other woman’s. What she was doing before─ that was not living. This was living.