it was late, and you were in a seedy human club, dancing your heart out as jaunty rock music vibrated the walls, and thralls of people fill the building.

you were there for a good time and maybe a drink, and you decide to step close, navigating through the sea of limbs and flailing bodies to get a better look up at the stage.

you notice the band are on costumes, of fae, perhaps a bit too good.

the lead singer flashes you a clever grin, and the fangs he shows seem too real for comfort.