Ryan decided not to worry about Eva.

Ryan looked at Eva's business card again and decided that he had nothing to fear. He had no criminal record so the police would not have his fingerprints or DNA on file. Besides the pentagram there was no other signs of any misdeeds in the old abandoned church. He pocketed the business card in his pocket and thought no more of it.

Realizing that the three girls must have been thirsty after dancing, Ryan decided to go to the bar to buy some drinks for them. He signaled to one of the bartenders behind the bar, a cute Asian with pink pigtails and dressed in a white tank top that glowed in the black light and a red-black plaid miniskirt that didn't leave much to one's imagination.

"Hey, what do you want to have?" the petite bartender asked.

Figuring he had enough beers for the night Ryan ordered four Jägerbombs for the three girls and himself. He paid for the drinks and brought them to a table near the dance floor where the three girls were. He motioned for them to take a break. The three cheered when he handed them the shots.

"Who was that talking to you?" Marlissa whispered in his ear.

"A local reporter who heard over the police radio about the old church where we got 'married.'" he responded. He did not sense any jealousy in her voice. He wondered if a succubus could be jealous of her master talking to other women.

"Should I talk to her?"

"No, not right now," Ryan said before lifting his glass in the air. "To our new friends!" The three women repeated his words and then they all dropped the Jägermeister into their glasses of Red Bull energy drink before gulping down the shots.

"Dance with us, love," Marlissa urged Ryan, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the dance floor.

"I can't dance!" he tried to yell over the thumping music.

"What if I gave you an incentive to dance with us?" Marlissa suggested with mischievousness in her green eyes. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You can have sex with all three of us tonight."

Ryan looked at Emily and Katie and they brushed aside their hair while smiling at him. He wondered if Marlissa has seduced them to the idea or they already voluntarily want to be in the act. "Sure," he replied and let the three women lead him to the dance floor.

Luckily for him dancing to the thumping electronica music only required bouncing on the spot and flailing his arms wildly about. The liquid courage helped too. Occasionally young men would wander close and tried to dance with the three girls but they would ignore the men's advances and move even closer to Ryan -- brushing their breasts against his chest, rub their asses against his crotch, lick his earlobes, or kiss him.

When the DJ took an intermission the tired foursome left the dance floor. "That was actually fun," Ryan commented. "Do you girls want something to drink?"