You need soul food...

You realize your distance is limited by your current injuries. The mortals below must be claimed!

You send the mental command to Jenny. "At onccce, Missstresss," she replies, lifting your body into her arms. She walks to the edge of the roof, looking briefly down before walking off the roof. She swoops effortlessly around and crashes through a third story window, leaving you both inside an office.

The sharp tang of sex and faint moans of desire invade your nose and ears. Jenny sets you down and presses her pointed ear to the door. "I sssenssse our kind within!" she squeals happily.

"Take me to them, then," you gasp.

As you enter the gymnasium on the first floor, the sight of a mass orgy in progress greets your eyes. Your brethren took the newscaster's advice, trapping the mortals within in a gleeful rut!

"Our sssissster told usss of fifty. I count sssseveral humanssss misssssing," Jenny tells you.

"Then find them!" you bark, impatient for souls and climax.

The pair of you search the facility for several minutes, encountering large numbers of barred exits and bent-over mortals as you romp the halls. Finally, you locate your quarry within a crudely sealed-off ladies' room.

Jenny rips the door from the wall and tears away the desk barricade as you savor the screams of the three women trapped inside.

"Food," you groan, desperately wiggling from Jenny's grasp as you lunge for the trio.