He nodded, smiling and said, "Alright."
As he stepped forward, however, a petite, young looking vampiress with her brown hair up in a bun stepped from the curtain and said, in a distinctly French accent, "Ahhh, Viktor! It has been soooo long since I see you!" She quickly stepped up to him and kissed each of his cheeks.
He smiled in response and said pleasantly, "Ah, Fifi, good to see you. This is my new friend, Zoe. Isn't she angelic?" Viktor motioned towards the lovely woman clinging to his arm.
Fifi leaned towards his ear and pretended to whisper, though Zoe was obviously meant to hear, "Oui oui, Viktor. Magnifique! You always did have good taste when it came to the women!" She winked at Zoe and then took both of Zoe's hands in hers. "Any friend of Monsier Viktor's, Zoe," she leaned in and kissed each of Zoe's cheeks, "is a friend in my book!"
"We'd like to see Monsier Reginald, if he's available, Fifi," Viktor continued.
"Oui, he is in his office, Viktor."
"Thank you, Fifi."
Viktor smiled down at Zoe and led her through the curtain, out into the club...
The club was thick with the smell of human blood. Most of the main floor was made up of patrons sitting at tables, dressed in the typical club garb of the day and drinking and chatting like a normal bar crowd, but quite obviously not human. There was a stage in the center with a runway that was being walked, or perhaps danced upon lewdly would be the more accurate way of putting it, at the moment by a vampiress in ridiculously skimpy lingerie. Some of the patrons, notably the males sitting at tables alone, seemed more interested in the show than others. It wasn't hard to guess what the others were drinking by the way they inhaled the aroma of their glasses. The blood was being served in a number of different ways. Some of the waiters and waitresses were vampires, and they seemed to be carrying what looked like wine bottles full of the thick red liquid wrapped in small blanket like towels to keep the bottles warm.
Most of the servers, however, were human. They would walk to the table where an order had been placed and make a prick in their hand with small spring loaded medical needles and begin to fill glasses, or in some cases, would allow the patrons to sip right from their 'wound'. When they were done, they would pull a gauze pad from their pocket and press down to stop the flow and walk back to sit down and eat a few cookies and drink soda.
"They're keeping their blood sugar up so that none of them accidentally pass out," Viktor explained when he saw Zoe's eyes wander to the group of humans sitting along the edge of the club eating and drinking, "Their shifts are measured in quarts and none of them work more than two days a week. I think, if I remember correctly, that there are over 150 of them employed by the club. As you might imagine, the membership is rather expensive."
While the performer's dance on the stage was overtly sexual and becoming more erotic by the moment, the real show was along the walls in large alcove suites. Each one had walls on either side, but was completely open to the general view along its front, so that the occupants couldn't see the other suites, but could see and be seen by the rest of the club. Some of these, obviously better paying, patrons, were simply drinking blood off of one anothers fingers or necks, attended by a number of humans who kept them well supplied with the red liquid, but others were more overt.
There was one suite in which a vampire couple was openly having sex while watching the stripper on the stage. The female bent over the arm of the large couch in their suite. And there was another with a female vampire reclined with one male vampire obviously pleasuring her underneath her long satin skirt, and a naked, and very aroused, male human offering his pricked finger to her mouth.
There was yet another suite with two couples who were licking blood off of their naked bodies, and trading partners and blood-filled kisses almost constantly.
There was even one male vampire with long blonde hair who was seated, naked except for an ornate silver necklace, on a chair that looked almost like a throne. He occasionally sipped warmed blood from a very expensive looking chalice that was being refilled by a young vampiress standing topless behind him. A human girl, on a leash he held, was very slowly smearing line after line of blood from a prick on her finger along the length of his erection, while a vampiress in a revealing white gown, with her wrists cuffed in large iron manacles behind her, was slowly licking the blood back off.
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