You go to one of the many dance floors of the cruise boat

All over the boat, the party is already in full swing. Your sight is filled with marvelous new colors.

A couple of passengers pass you. The girl, a small redhead with delicious freckles all over her face, catches your eye. You wouldn’t mind wrapping her beautiful body around your fingers. You discreetly follow them.

Soon you reach the Green Zone, one of the discotheques of the boat. The place is dark only lighten by green fluorescent tubes hanging all over the ceiling. The couple starts dancing as soon as they enter the room.

You walk to the bar keeping an eye on them. The barman bends over the bar.

“Welcome to the horde sister,” he screams “see anything you like?”

He smiles. For a second you can see his sharp fangs between his lips.

“Yes,” you scream back“those two, over there, seem pretty nice.”

“The Paris Hilton wannabee?” he continues screaming indicating an extravagant blonde in the crowd.

“No the little redhead just behind.”

“Ah, yes I didn’t see her. Very good choice sister. It’s your first right?”

“Yes, more or less…”

“Enjoy it then, it’s the memory that you will cherish most for the rest of your unlife. But don’t forget to be discreet. We want to keep the party going at least until tomorrow night.”

You grab him by the chin and kiss him profusely. Your tongue playing with his fangs, some blood pours in your mouths. He sucks avidly on the mix of blood and saliva. You push him back and smile.

“Thanks for the info.” You say wiping the edge of your lips.

He has a hard time controlling his disguise but he grins back at you.

“Happy hunting,” he says.

The wound on your tongue is already closing as you turn around.

The couple is in the middle of the dance floor, kissing and dancing. You wave your ass through the crowd to end up behind the girl. Dancing in sync with her, you **** your pubis against her buttocks. She tries to push you away but your hands are tightly locked on her man’s head preventing them from breaking the kiss. You skirt the girl, forming a triangle with the two of them.

You allow them to stop kissing. They both look furiously at you. You smile and **** a kiss upon the girl. Your saliva almost instantly bends her will. A very different light appears at the back of her eyes. A light of lust, alight you like.

You are about to turn on the guy to repeat the process but the lump against your hip hints you that he won’t need your help to accept you in their games. You smile. Men are so predictable, offer them a little ménage à trois and their brains will fall directly into their pants.

The girl’s hands are already all over you. The guy offers you to take this somewhere more intimate.