He felt her awaken. He knew only how she felt, but even that was unclear. He was at a loss for where she was, so he went to the only one who knew.
He walked into the crouded bar. A well toned succubus strode up to him. She had fire red hair and emerald green eyes. She never used make-up, she had no need.
"Val." He nodded to her. She stood in front of him. She could coux any poor idiot to follow her to her chambers. Even with a simple smile.
He had gotten used to her tricks, but now he was just immune. Had he lost his urges? Then he remembered the raven haired goddess he was looking for.
"I'm sorry Valkarie. I only have one." Her smile faded and then reappeared even brighter.
"Finally! I was wondering when. Where is she?"
"She's....."
"What?"
"She's her!" The smile faded from Val's face.
"Are you sure? Then she's in terrible trouble."
"Yeah, but I know who has her." They both nodded in understanding. He made his way through the crowed. To the very back to a room with a sign that said 'storage'. He pushed the door open and immediately heard death metal. A major contrast from the EDM playing in the public dance room.
This room was bathed in a red and purple glow. The smell of salt and iron pierced his nose and stung his throat. His thirst tried to take over, but his objective was ensured.
At a table in the far left corner sat a cut figure. He approached with a very confident air. As the figure became clearer he realized it was exactly whom he was looking for. "Joey Stone."
