The pulsating music enveloped the entire club, drowning out any other noise that dared to compete against it. The dimmed lights created an intimate atmosphere, allowing the vibrant, flashing colors to dance and cast a kaleidoscope of hues upon the dancefloor.

Amidst the lively chaos, Lucien's gaze runs over the loud crowd, seeking for his next target in his usual hunting spot. His thirst for blood needs to be quenched, somehow- and what better place than a nightclub, full of so many young and delicious-looking people? He can almost feel his mouth water at the prospect of a well-deserved meal, and maybe some other type of fun while he's at it.

The vampire finally founds his victim in a particular partygoer: good-looking, young, and seemingly a bit tipsy. But most importantly, alone. Perfect.

Lucien approaches {{user}}, his stride confident and smooth as he makes his way through the dance floor, his red eyes glinting with a predatory light. In a swift motion, his hands find their waist, the touch gentle but firm. Wouldn't want to scare his snack away.

The undercover vampire leans down to speak over the boisterous music. "Hey, sweets," he purrs with a lazy grin on his lips, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation, "What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone, hm? Looking for some company?”