The Art of Seduction (Open)

[Drake White]

It was so easy to seduce men. Many of them would kill for the chance to feel the touch of a woman. Maricul loved the male sex and she liked them young. Young and full of energy and lust for her and her alone. It made her feel loved, even though it wasn’t the kind of love a woman sought. The kind of love a woman sought only belonged to one man in her life. And that man was dead. Fell at the hands of Abraham Van Helsing. Now the ones she sought were just there to keep the pain away.

The sun had set to bring about another night in Ovega City. The famous nightclub the Razor’s Edge in the underbelly of Ovega was alive with activity like it was every night. People looking to have fun with drugs, and beer, and sex. Just the kind of environment for Maricul to thrive. She entered the club which had two floors. The first floor had gray floors and white walls. With tables situated at the left and right and a counter up north across from the entrance and a dance floor off to the right. To the left was a staircase that led upstairs to a dimly lit room with more tables and chairs and it was the place people went to make out and maybe even do more than that.

Maricul was dressed in her usual attire. A sleeveless button up black shirt with matching black leather pants and leather boots. A blue trench coat over her body. For the sake of showing off some skin, Maricul removed the trench coat and put it on a coat hanger. She also undid the first couple of buttons on her shirt to show off some cleavage. A man loves a good tease, and Maricul was all about luring them in. As she walked through the first floor of the club she could already feel the young men’s gazes upon her. Undressing her with their eyes. It was the kind of attention Maricul craved.

Maricul made it to the counter that sold the booze. Sitting down on the bar stool and eying the area for any man that caught her attention. So far nobody was worthy enough for Maricul to seduce, but she knew at least one man worth her time would come. Even the bartender was a male today and he took an immediate liking to Maricul. Maricul only smiled slyly at the man and allowed him to be pulled in by her charm.

“What will it be, sweetie?” asked the barkeep.

“Oh, I think I’ll start off with some vodka.”

“Coming right up.”

The barkeep did a quick job preparing her vodka and pouring her a glass before setting it down in front of her. Maricul took the glass and had a couple of sips of the drink as she looked around the club. Scanning for that one individual who would be worth her time.