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Brassa took the keys from Lito's hands, a mischievous look in her eyes. The man glared down at her, practically vibrating with a predator's certainty that his meal was soon to tire, to slump and be fed upon. It wasn't always like this. She quite enjoyed the dance of intimacy between bodies, found it a beautiful thing how innocently so many mortals approached the dance, not knowing what she or creatures much worse than her could take from them. She rarely took, just gave as she got. But this time the cold of the cost of her fae magic still chilled her veins, this time she would extract what was owed her.

In the room, the lights were lowered. The decor was contemporary, the sleek walls and purple furniture taking on a dark aspect in the intimate low lighting she had set the lamp too. There was music thrumming steadily through the air. No smooth rhythm and blues, but an unpredictable yet rhythmic deep drum beat that might better suit a sacrifice than a ****. Lito made some comment about the music, but Brassa ignored him, stepping forward and placing a delicate hand on his chest. Their breathing synced and she slowly looked up into his eyes.

And he was captured in her gaze, like some beast that had wandered into the brush looking for its next only to find itself ensured by the beautiful vines therein. They danced and their spirits touched and when it was time, Brassa reached forward and took what was there for her to take.

She leaned back in one of the armchairs naked, after the end, looking curiously outside.

"Promise me something, sugar," she said suddenly, her tone smooth and without a hint of jest. "Promise me that if I need someone dead, you'll make them so. For me."

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