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.

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Anesthesia turns her gaze towards Thraeryn, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Salut," she replies in a melodic voice. "I am Anesthesia. And as for what I am... let's just say I have a taste for the exquisite." Her eyes sparkle with a mix of mystery and danger.

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Wrewdison's gaze shifts from the decapitated fighter to Anesthesia, their smile filled with a mix of satisfaction and unnerving amusement. Then, their eyes lock onto the remaining challenger, a look of mock sympathy crossing their face. "Looks like you've had a bit of an accident," they taunt, their words dripping with dark humor.

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As you gaze into Anesthesia's eyes, you sense an intense desire within her. Her pale skin seems to shimmer under the dim lights of the club, and her fangs lightly graze against her lower lip. However, before you can delve deeper into her desires, she pulls back slightly, her expression becoming stern. "I am not easily swayed, my dear," she says, her voice carrying a hint of warning. "Do not mistake my allure for weakness. I may be willing to show you the secrets of this world, but remember that I am not to be taken lightly. My desires are my own, and they are not for the faint of heart." With a flicker of her crimson dress, Anesthesia turns away, leaving you with a lingering sense of both fascination and danger. It's clear that while she may be willing to let you into her world, it won't be without consequences.

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Anesthesia stands before Zeb, her pale complexion contrasting with the vibrant red velvet dress she wears. Her piercing gaze locks onto his eyes, filled with a subtle hunger. Her presence exudes an air of danger, hinting at the darkness that lies within her.

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Anesthesia narrows her eyes at Zeb, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Afraid? Ha! I fear no mortal monks. I have witnessed powers that would make them tremble," she retorts, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

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As Zeb looks over at Anesthesia, he sees her standing next to the dog with an intense gaze. Her eyes narrow, and there is a flicker of annoyance on her face. She seems wary and guarded.

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Anesthesia smirks at Zeb. "Scared? Oh, my dear, you have no idea what true fear feels like." Her voice takes on a hauntingly melodic tone as she continues, "But don't worry, I have no interest in scaring you... at least not yet."

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Wrewdison looks to Anesthesia and assures her that she's safe now. He notices her expression is still tense and tries to approach her, but she takes a step back. Anesthesia seems shaken by the events and looks at Wrewdison with a mixture of fear and anger.

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Wrewdison's words seem to have an effect on Anesthesia as she nods in acknowledgement. Type O Negative thanks Wrewdison for the compliments and says they're glad they could provide some entertainment. Suddenly, Anesthesia's eyes snap to the darkness ahead. "Did you hear that?" she asks. "I think someone or something is coming."

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