A Night to be Remembered... [open, master]

[Namless One]

Blaring music sounded overhead, a throng of bodies moving to the beat. The electricity in the air was full with sensuality as bodies continually joined in on the action, rubbing against each other long into the night. The outside world appeared oblivious to the happenings within the crimson moon, as those within danced away the night...

And, then there was Seth. Just happy to be here, really. It had been countless weeks since he had last been let out, and he found it a change of pace to actually enjoy himself for once. At the moment, he found himself in shackles and chains, like some sort of escaped inmate. Now, none of this was true. It was just that he had a tendency to... attempt escape, if left unsupervised.

Slowly, the small procession neared the nightclub. Let in through a back door, Seth watched in wonder as the world around him transformed. The dank, seemingly lifeless underbelly of the Angura district was turned on end. Soon, he found himself on the main dance floor of Crimson Moon.

The young boy shivered with excitement, eager to be let loose. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end, while goosebumps snaked thier way up his arm. With pleading eyes, he glanced to his slaver.

"Three hours, and if yer not back by then..." the man began, then stopped midsenetence. Seth knew well enough what would happen, and he was certain that it would not happen to him.

Watching as the man bent down, undid the shackles and freed him from his cuffs, Seth stood idle for a moment. Then, he dashed into the crowd. He wasn't coming back, oh no. But, first he wanted some time to socialize, maybe find someone willing to purchase him?

Wading through the crowd of people his eyes darted from place to place frantically. They searched every nook, every cranny. They met the gaze of many, many attractive young ladies, but no one he would call suitable for his purposes. Alas, he was too picky. But, that was just Seth.

Making his way to the bar all the while, he sat upon a small stool and glanced from side to side. There sat a few stoned individuals a few seats down, but besides that he was alone.

What he failed to notice was the presence of another, just to his right.