It had been a while since Angel had resorted to perusing the hunting grounds a regular strip club, but it was easy pickings and he wasn't interested in paying someone to suck his dick tonight. He was looking to screw over some helpless prey, mentally and physically, an act he also hadn't done in a long time. Angel could get by on his looks alone but it was so much more satisfying taking advantage of a weakness by changing his appearance to that of someone's most important person. It's what he was bred for, after all, and broken, drunk women were the perfect quarry for an Ementior Demon such as himself.
The Desire's Veil club was a particular favorite of Angel's that he frequented more than any other. It wasn't a high class cocktail lounge, but it was quaint enough to keep an eye out for any possible prey from anywhere in the building. Angel nodded towards the security guard at the door, who didn't return the pleasure but nevertheless allowed the demon admittance. Angel couldn't help but smile hearing the excited murmur of the women waiting at the front of the line who had seen him. So predictable.
The blare of the club music had been audible even outside the building's walls but inside it was practically deafening. The bar, just long enough to seat a dozen or so people, stood off to the right but any occupants the bar stools had were out on the dance floor up farther ahead. At the very end was a stage and stripper poles, captivating the attention of the majority of onlookers as the "dancers" teased their audience in the most provocative manner possible. Luckily for the lustful bastards, their needs could be quelled in the private "lounge rooms" lining the left of the club. He would have need of one of those rooms by the end of the night, Angel grinned wickedly.
His eyes returned to the bar, meeting the figure of a lone female of long black hair already situated at the bar, waving away a group of women Angel presumed to have accompanied her here. Time to work his magic.
Angel walked over to the woman, fixing the cuff of his royal green overcoat as he went and brushing aside the locks of golden hair from his emerald green eyes... but what the woman would see would be an entirely different yet familiar individual most dear to her heart.
