Jenna weaved through the crowd, uninterested in the majority of the beings she passed. Half of them smelt like decay, the other half smelt of disease. Still, these types were easy to bait. So, she’d lay a trap right here.

The sorceress strolled over to the bar and quickly requested for a shot of their strongest liquor, not caring what liquor they brought. In the end, they were all the same, too weak to even affect her for much longer than a few minutes unless she drank mass quantities. About the only thing that the harder drinks presented was a burning sensation that tingled her throat as it slid down to her stomach, a feeling that the woman somehow found both to be very obnoxious and pleasant at the same time. The pain also assisted her in forgetting about the whispers of past pains for a few moments.

After downing several shots of the clear liquid, Jenna stepped aside from the bar and strolled onto the dance floor. The strobe lights barely affected her sigh, she had as equal of vision in the darkened portions as she did in the bright flashes of light. The most the colorful, flashing lights did to her eyesight was make her pupils switch between the more human shape to a slitted reptillian shape as it went from light to dark, which went unnoticed by all around her.

Finally, the sorceress’s eyes locked upon a group of men who she determined to have as much of a predatory appearance to their eyes and demeanor as she did. A smirk formed across her lips as she glided over to them, it was always fun to strike down those who believed they’d be the hunters for the night. Slipping in between two of the men, she pressed herself against them and purred at one of the men in an inviting way.

“Looking for a good fling, gentlemen?” She gave them a coy smile and continued to press herself up against them, wanting to excite them. Her smile widened as the men began to grope her. She cared not that they were all larger than her, nor that they were trying to excite her and force her toward the back of the room. She’d be more than capable of giving them a good prize at the end. That much she was more than certain of. So, the woman continued to grind with the men and tease them by pressing her flesh against them.