[ Clyteus isn't looking for much of anything special in this dockside little bar. A few more trinkets were clinking dully in his pockets. They included a few sailors' shiny coins and trifles and a whore's cheap ring that slid off her bony finger - nothing extravagant - and he was ready to call it an unsuccessful night and retire for the evening. Beautiful women were lacking tonight or already dragging navy men away to their beds of their apartments in the city. He would have to try again tomorrow to get his fill of lust.
Then his eyes water when there is a sudden wave of the harsh scent of sea salt as the door opens and a gorgeous curtain of hair enters the bar with it. A malicious glint reaches the creature's eye as a sharpened smile curls his lips. He grabs the stout glass holding his vodka tonic and makes his way toward the smell, intoxicated by it with something even his thick skull can recognize as supernatural.
The night was not over yet, it seemed. Clay chuckles as he steals behind the woman and strokes the back of her upper arm with two outstretched fingers not holding onto his glass. ]
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Then his eyes water when there is a sudden wave of the harsh scent of sea salt as the door opens and a gorgeous curtain of hair enters the bar with it. A malicious glint reaches the creature's eye as a sharpened smile curls his lips. He grabs the stout glass holding his vodka tonic and makes his way toward the smell, intoxicated by it with something even his thick skull can recognize as supernatural.
The night was not over yet, it seemed. Clay chuckles as he steals behind the woman and strokes the back of her upper arm with two outstretched fingers not holding onto his glass. ]
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