(07/29/24 12:15:53 pm) Blood of Basilias C R Y S T A L HUMAN yen-fen addict Chicago - The Presidium says to ALL: Crystal sat on one of the plush curved booths that lined the western wall of the Basilias, her favorite haunt. The bar was unusually quiet today, the low hum of whispered conversations replaced by the clinking of glasses and the occasional footstep. She absently gripped a straw between her teeth, waggling it up and down, watching the droplets cling to its tip. The boredom settled in like an unwelcome guest, and her gaze flickered over to the bartender, a tall figure with sharp cheekbones and an air of eternal vigilance. Every time he glanced her way, she shook her head, her blond hair brushing against the leather seat like a playful curtain.
The room felt dimmer, the shadows deepening as she thought about the vampires. They were the only ones who could ease the insatiable craving gnawing at her insides. Crystal had learned to appreciate the exquisite taste of yen-fen, but it was never quite as fulfilling as the real deal. She sighed, her thoughts a disquieting whirl.
(07/29/24 12:25:20 pm) Blood of Basilias C R Y S T A L HUMAN yen-fen addict Chicago - The Presidium ..:Basilias:.. ...Bleeder's Den... ..Club Area.. .Suburb of Chicago. says to ALL: How soon would they arrive? Her heart raced at the thought. Each tick of the clock felt like an eternity, the minute hand crawling forward. The bar was notorious for attracting supernatural clientele, yet today felt as still as a grave. A single tick from the clock broke the silence, echoing. Crystal's heart thumped louder in response, a duet of anticipation and desperation.
Finally, the door creaked open, and the scent of the night wafted in. A group of vampires, cloaked in elegance and darkness, strolled in, and her breath caught. She straightened, a glimmer of hope igniting within her as she focused on their alluring presence. It was a game of patience now, and she prepared to play.
