Warwick's eyes widen in surprise - it's been over 30 years since he's been in a night club, and he wonders if he'll even be allowed in. Hopefully his sire has arranged for him to be let in, or else he'll have to get creative in getting an entry. Hmm, the only old men who typically get entry into clubs are rich. Perhaps I'll be able to snag some gold diggers thinking I'm a high roller... He licks his lips.
Parking the car, Warwick decides to head to the front door, dropping Siti's name and saying he's expected - hopefully that's enough.
Warwick licks his lips, grinning widely as he sees the erotic displays. "This is my kind of club!" He says to himself, voice muffled by the music. The professor feels the urge to see if he can seduce a dancer, but decides it's probably best not to keep Siti waiting. He looks around for the VIP section and heads to booth 3.As Warwick gives the name to the bancer, he is easily let inside. As he enters, the soft music is playing inside, yet the inside is not something he expected. Every third table is fitted with dance pole, where scantly clothed women were dancing... Some were fucking the clients.
There were two dancers, wearing some form of cosplay on the center stage, giving a very complicated performance, while at the same time, basically having sex.
"Well hello there..." Warwick approaches, grinning wolfishly as he looks at the dancer. "You have fine taste." He smirks at Siti, sitting down. "Though that's to be expected from my favourite student."As he entered, he realised, that the music here was more toned, quiet. Siti sat on couch, and in front of her danced a woman who was wearing stockings and jewellery... So much jewellery that it seemed as if she was clothed, despite not wearing anything to cover her.
As he entered, Siti waved him over.
"Ah, professor! Please, come in!" She waved at the seat next to him - the dancer did not react, as she danced to the music, as if she was in trance.
"I, um, assume she's in on this?" Warwick says, a little worried at how close the dancer is as they talk openly of their true nature. "Reptile, reptile..." He nods, looking at the dancer, making eye contact, and trying to utilise his power.
Siti waved her hand.
Warwick nods, focused on the dancer. He focuses on charisma, attraction, eroticism, trying to use his blood to create a supernatural presence.
Warwick frowns - his instinct when faced with a woman like that is to take her immediately. The thought of invisibility, however, is also incredibly tempting, so he focuses on channeling his blood to make himself unseen.
