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It was another night for Zitao where his craving started to act up. And quite strong, might he add. But there wasn't anything he could do about it but conquer and craving, and so he found himself in some kind of a jazz lounge bar. Real cliche setting, but the potential victims were in higher volume here than in the clubs he sometimes visits. It was only about thirty minutes into his small hunt before a small crowd of potential's, four and excluding him, gathered around him. Two men and two women. Zitao had courted all of them in the same manner, his gestures gentlemanly, voice as smooth as honey, and the sophisticated aura around was just the icing on the cake. By now, Zitao already had his pick for the night, but he thought he could stay just a bit longer to string them along. He knew it was a bit of a cruel but he did like to have some fun. Before long they were all out of drinks and Zitao volunteered to go order some more, he slid out from the booth and made his way over to the counter of the bar. "Can I have another round of those martini's, please." The bartender curtly nodded his head. The incubus sighed softly, drumming his fingers along the surface of the counter.