"The Spire district, red lanterns, secret doors… Sounds like quite the party." Damon smiled. A level 60 demoness wasn't some random tavern wench. Her being sent here with this information meant someone behind the scenes was pulling strings. Vampires? Demons? A demon general?
The demoness pressed closer, her tail curling tighter around his thigh. "Oh, it's no ordinary party," she murmured, her lips brushing his jaw. "Rare items, rare beasts, and even rare women. If you have the coin… or the power, you'll walk away with something interesting."
She bit her lip coyly, then slipped off his lap with deliberate grace without actually intending to give Damon a drink from her. Another woman came over to replace her and sat down instead.
Damon's crimson gaze followed the level 60 demoness briefly before turning back to the new girl on his lap. He then casually continued drinking more blood. Another couple of hours passed by, and still there was no contact.
