Thraeryn pays the bartender, leaving a generous tip, and nods to Anesthesia. The vampire's eyes narrow with interest as she observes the glint of silver in Thraeryn's hand. Perhaps sensing the shift in the atmosphere, she reciprocates the nod with a predatory smile, her fangs barely visible. The stage above the crowded dance floor beckons them both with its pulsating music, inviting them to continue their conversation in the heart of the night.

taken in #devilsnight - Anesthesia