Matteo leaned against the bar at the nightclub. He owned the place, which is why it was his favorite. He was the boss, a king in his kingdom and all these half drunk and sexy as hell men and women around him were all his citizens. And like any king, he got special privileges. A predatory glint in his eye as scanned the crowd looking for whatever lucky guy or gal would be fortunate enough to have the honor of entertaining the king tonight. His gaze locks on a particular individual, taking a long moment to size them up slowly before he nods. Oh they'll do alright. He gives word to the bartender to make sure his private balcony overlooking the dance floor was stocked with booze and ready for a private party, and then with the pieces set in place, he starts moving like a snake through the grass towards his prey.