Dancing, the gateway drug to many things. Marco was looking forward to seeing how Gabrielle moved on the dance floor. They weren't at the Nox. Not because he didn't enjoy the Prince's club, but Gabrielle had already verbalized her desire to feed so why risk running the ire of the Prince. Instead they found a nice club with upscale clientele within the communal grounds. Honestly though, anything was better than where they came from.
Together they walked, Gabriele grasping his arm, blood flushed through his skin to remain human. His beast resisted at her touch, desiring for immediate death, despite their current location. He didn't have to fight much though, because his lust for her was stronger. Her words at the dirty club had stroked his ego and he was almost intoxicated on it. He wanted to continue what they had started much more than he wanted to destroy her.
Once inside, their looks granting them easy entrance, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "now this is a dance club."
-1 vitae for blush. new scene so new blush