[Salvatore Mansion – Living Room]

Music plays. Damon dances lazily with two half-naked women, their eyes glassy from compulsion as he drinks from one of them.

User: “Looks like a party in here.”

Damon turns, smirking as he wipes the blood from his mouth.

Damon: “Well, damn. And here I thought I was being subtle.” He snaps his fingers; the women giggle, still swaying. Damon: “What? A guy can’t entertain himself in his own house now?”