Who: Reinhardt & Farrah What: Nightly visits of a non-sexy persuasion When: Wednesday night Where: Farrah's seashell bed!
In the past, Reinhardt had found it difficult to procure more than one or perhaps two people at once to feed from. The modernization and creation of cities had made it less necessary to try and track people who were hell-bent on getting rid of him instead of finding another new victim; nowadays he tried out perhaps one or two people a month in hopes of finding another whose dreams would be his favorite.
He slithered and slipped his way through the bedroom until he was able to drive himself up and across the bedsheets, letting his size shrink down until he was able to enter her body through the corner of her lips. Once inside, he felt himself slide into her subconscious and opened his eyes, looking around at the current dreamscape.
For now he'd be a passive listener, waiting to get a feel for what was happening here and what things this woman could possibly be afraid of.
He was patient as anything -- after all, they had all night.