Mysty thoughts

The night started out as normal, dusk settling, the club slowly coming to life, deliveries being tended to. Sitting at the bar now after all is done, enjoying my JD I watched as the dancers came into the club in all their arrogant glory. Some men, some women but all arrogant because they know these mortals have what every patron at the Lust craves...they're mortal blood. As the women strut knowing that I watched them, one turned to look me straight in the eye. The eyes have a such tale to tell, a window to the soul they say and as we held our gaze I heard her thoughts. "I have what you want, Darien Fang...I wish you would come and take it." I heard her as plain as day. I know that she could feel my lust for what she offered me for I had to drop my gaze and I rubbed the cuff on my wrist gently as if stroking its power...I still cant believe Im wearing it and I never fully understood the power that Trina harnesses. But this reading thoughts can get me into so much trouble. My thoughts made me grit my teeth. And as the dancers disappeared behind the stage, my thoughts turned to Mysty. I didnt realize how much I actually miss her until tonight...missed her employ here...missed her dancing for me. I've thought about her and have been thinking about her for some time now...some thoughts not all that decent and tonight my feelings have only increased in want and desire for her. I think its time I paid Mysty a visit. Perhaps invite her to come back and dance for me...a private dance.