Claire glamours Kesha.

"I can see there is a lot I need you to tell me about this life," Claire's eyes lit up with an inner glow as she spoke. Her vampiric mesmerism manifests automatically and overrides the will of the less powerful kindred. "We will go back to my dorms, hopefully my roommate won't show up until tomorrow. Though I guess between us we could easily mess with her head and stop her complaining if she is there."

"Dorms? So you really are a freshman?" Kesha was still having difficulty believing Claire was the actual age she appeared. She was fully aware that Claire's glamour was making her compliant, even if Claire herself was not.

Claire headed out into the club and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as she headed towards the exit. She walked arm in arm with Kesha, keeping her eyes watchful on the young woman, afraid the vampire would bolt off, but she followed her without trying to slip away. Kesha did not have any choice in the matter. Claire had told her to follow and go to her dorm room, and Claire's will was too strong for her to defy when she was beside her and the focus of her attention. Kesha glanced around as they walked through the club; two of her coterie, her kindred group, had been with her when she came into the club. She had left them to check the women's restroom alone, hoping to find a lone mortal intending to drink a little blood.

Lars noticed Kesha first as he and Mikey were scanning the crowd, trying to spot a human that took their fancy for tonight's meal. At first, he assumed the African-American vampire was taking a mortal somewhere quiet to feed in peace. Kesha caught his gaze with her own, however and flicked her eyes several times towards the beautiful and petite woman she was linking arms with. Lars frowned and nudged Mikey, nodding in Kesha and Claire's direction. He pushed out his will towards the pair and nodded his understanding to Kesha when he detected the vampiric aura surrounding Claire.

"Who is she?" Mikey asked as he detected the aura as well. "A new kin in the city, no introduction and poaching on our turf?"

"I don't know who she is," Lars replied. "I know every one of us who has been in the city for the last century, and I certainly wouldn't forget a face like hers. Something is wrong, worse than just a poacher. Kesha would have come and told us if she had seen an outsider. The way she is rolling her eyes is warning us of something. Like she is being kidnapped or some shit."

"Kidnap Kesha?" Mikey snorted with a laugh until he saw Lars' serious look. "Okay, so if some out-of-towner is looking for trouble, we had better teach them some manners."

"Damn straight, my friend," Lars agreed, rising to his feet and turning up the collar of his leather trenchcoat. "This will be a bit of fun, eh? Pretty little thing she is, too. Bet she just needs to learn whose city this is. If she doesn't take the hint, then we'll each have a drink, Kesha too, leave her so weak she won't forget tonight for a decade or two."