It was amusing to see Ginger engage the woman in conversation so easily, without ever questioning why he had called her over, or what he was planning to do. Enzo doubted that he was the first bit of trouble to find her, she was just too good at going with it, too natural. He wondered how long he could drag it out for, before she protested, but he was hungry now.
"Love," he said quietly, tapping the strange woman on the shoulder. She turned to look at him, and the moment their eyes met, he engaged his compulsion.
"That's all lovely, but I don't really give a fuck about your shoes. You want me to feed from you, don't you?"
Her eyes glazed over a bit, as her mind complied.
"Yeah," she said evenly. "Yeah, please feed from me."