You submit to the temptation.

Mary's ice cold fingers wrap around your own. Smiling she drags you through the dance floor.

The monsters aren't hiding anymore. The human crowd is being properly scythed by the nightmare creatures, dragged into a horrendous orgy of sex and blood.

To your left, a waitress has winded her arms around the neck of two young men and her legs around their waists. As they finger fuck her snatch, she alternatively sinks her fangs into their respective throats, covering herself in their blood.

To your right, a brute's dick is deeply buried in the throat of a woman. Another waitress is stuck to her neck draining her while an entranced customer is sodomizing her.

One of the bouncers is chewing on the breast of a beautiful teenager. The look on her face is one of absolute bliss.

A barmaid has lain down a man on her counter; she drinks avidly from his wrist while gently stroking his erected shaft. She looks at you as you approach with a mix of defiance and desire, going back to her prey she finally closes her eyes.

In Mary's wake, you walk past them, slowly relinquishing all hope.

You enter the backroom section.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Mary asks pulling you out of your catatonia.

You stop, you look in the direction Mary’s pointing at and you start crying.

Susan has gathered your three remaining friends in a small alcove. Her fangs have already left many traces on their naked bodies. Bree's face between her legs, Ally's trimmed down mound under her mouth and Janet snatch around her fingers, Susan rapes your friends, her friends. A concert of whimpers rises from all their throats.

“Don’t be so impatient,” Mary says, “your turn will come soon.”

She takes you deeper into the entrails of this hellish club, under the backrooms, through a small spiral staircase; she takes you to the throne room.

The queen has set her lair in a large underground cave. It stinks of blood and sex. Two gigantic bonfires cast **** lights over the rocky formations. In the middle, on a small rock platform, surrounded by numerous wooden coffins, a majestic throne is occupied by the mistress of the house.

Short dark hair frames a young face full of innocence. But her deep red eyes convey neither youth, nor innocence. The large dark cape she wears loosely over her shoulders seems to be her only clothing but it makes her look more elegant than anyone you’ve met in your life.

Mary bows to her maker.

“Mistress, as requested, I bring you my friend.”

“You have done well, my child.”

The voice of the monster is warm and caring.

“Leave us now, go back to your friends and feast.”

She turns to you.

“Come to me,” she orders extending a hand.

Unable to resist you walk to the bottom of the three steps that lead to the throne platform.

“Come closer.”

You obey. Without standing, the monster puts a hand on your chest, you’re overwhelmed by a terrible wave of cold. Suddenly, your clothes are torn from your back, shredded into the air.

“That’s better,” she says licking her fangs and spreading her legs, “now pleasure me!”

The dark triangle facing you glistens in the flickering light of the fires. You hesitate.

“Pleasure me!” This time the voice is cold and threatening, resonating at the base of your skull.

Your lips on the cold labia are immediately numbed by the freezing fluids. A powerful sensation of excitement starts spreading through your throat, down your chest and directly into your snatch, lighting your erogenous zones with the fire of lust. The smell you found so disgusting a few moments ago becomes intoxicating. Your tongue's lapping parts the pussy in two; her clit, hidden behind, tastes like butter. You wrap your lips around it and you suck. Your mistress, this creature you’re so eager to please, starts panting. Her hand falls on your cheek, her nail brushes your skin, a drop of blood pours down your chin. She collects it.

“My little thing, you do taste amazing,” she says between two moans.

Her fingers draw a trail behind your ear towards the back of your neck. She pulls on your hair like a kitten forcing you to abandon her precious flower. Her perfect face just a few inches from yours, you ravel in her beauty. You’re impatient to feel those magnificent fangs tearing you apart. You love this creature.

She licks the cut on your face. You can’t refrain a moan. Her childish face soon finds the recess of your neck. She licks it sending orgasmic waves all over you body. You’re only pleasure. Soon she will bite and you will die, but before her fingers start exploring your pussy. You scream echoes on the walls of the cavern.

You wake up but the party is over. Your new thirst needs to be quenched and you know where to go