Jack paced the sidewalk in front of Ambrosia. He had heard there was a place of special amusements for people like him, one only they could go to. Whether true or not, the man who told him had no clue who he was nor what he found amusing. The irony of the entertainment being one of picking from a menu of girls for the night did not go unnoticed.
The darkness etched so deep in his soul that hungered for the kill and destruction of women who miss used their bodies like that scratched at his mind. Knowing Agrat was in town really had been the final straw on whether he went to the club of not. She had said she was an escort and not a prostitute, but to Jack they were the same thing. Selling themselves to the highest bidder for a night, bloody whores. As much hate as he felt towards her and her kind, Jack also wanted them more than anything. It was worse around these buildings or down dark alleys or in Whitechapel, they all pulled him in made him stronger with his desires.
Dressed in a nice black buttondown and dark grey pinstriped vest, it had taken effort not to put on some kind of hat. No he always looked nice when he was out hunting. Jack paused in his pacing when he felt her exit the door and watched her descend the stairs. A charming smile and soft green eyes hid the inner fighting and bloodthirsty nature. "Leaving so soon?" He asked, his words accented by the Queen's English.