Let's go make friends!

And by 'friends', you mean 'thralls'.

After a quick nap and shower, you head out to a random pub somewhere, and start mingling with the locals, clinking glasses together, cheering along when someone scores on the television, and use any excuse to get your hand on their bare skin to singe your mark onto them, before having someone lead a pub crawl, helping you spread your influence.

It's about two in the morning when you get back to a miffed Venus and Juno, who were waiting impatiently in your hotel room, but they quickly get over it after you have your way with them. Leaving them asleep in each other's arms in the bed, you lean out over the balcony in the nude, the night's chill having hardly any effect on you. "Enjoying yourself?" Djal comments, coming over to lean on the balcony as well.

"More than I should, I think," you admit, swirling your glass of wine that... one of the hookers poured for you while you were pounding into the other. You narrow your eyes at him evenly. "And what about you? I've been busy taking over quite a number of people earlier. Is that enough to get you off my back for a while?"

His laugh is one of mirth and amusement, and he claps you on the back. "I'll say you've earned a day without my meddling," he grins, his voice ringing with honesty, before turning slightly serious. "But that leaves you with only three days before we have to return. Just make sure, that when we want to come back here, all it would take is one phone call." His body begins to fade from your vision, and the last thing you see are his fanged smile and blank eyes. "I will watch what you do tomorrow, with great interest."

Scoffing and snorting at where he used to be, you drain the glass in one gulp and go back into the room, slide into the middle of the bed, and let your fingers roam.