A dreamy haze of neon smoke blankets the dance floor, glittering with the flashing glow of strobe lights. The atmosphere smells bittersweet and soft, almost velvety - it's a crowded room, full of gyrating bodies and the scent of sweat and the impossibly loud thrum of music. This isn't the first time Delsin has been to the club, in fact he's been a DJ here before, and it had been a haunt of his since moving to the city.
Standing off to the side, the deranged conduit watches the floor like a predator, his inner beast taking note of everyone and everything. Then he picks his prey, and the change is instantaneous; stalking forward, he drifts close to the person in rhythm to the music, brushing his hands against their arms and eyes meeting theirs, a smile painting his features.
"Can I offer you a drink? Some happiness? Maybe a companion?"