The Succubus Club was always ripe for the pickings with Blood Dolls who were eager to be fed on by Kindred, humans who knew about vampires and had became addicted to the Kiss that they had to offer. It was the reason for bringing Rhys here. It wouldn't take much for him to get one of them to let him fed. But that was not the whole reason for being here. There were other lessons to be taught first, examples to be shown before they moved on to that. The blood dolls were usually found on the second level, close to those dark seedy corridors that they hoped to be pulled into.
The main floor here was filled with kine, most of who danced and drank without knowing what moved among them. At least not consciously. They parted as he and Ariel moved through the crowd as some primal part of their brain picked up the fact that a pair of apex predators moved among them. Many Tremere faced their beast when they pushed too far and starved it too much. Amadeus, however, was never closer to the beast as he was now when he was actively hunting to feed. It craved that power that only blood would bring. It made him deadly but it also caused him to draw the eyes of kine.
And to be able to feed on a kine in the middle of a crowded dance floor without anyone being the wiser, including the kine itself? That was the ultimate goal for a Kindred and one he and Ariel were about to show Rhys how it was done. He lead the younger Tremere over to an empty barstool. "Sit. Don't move. And watch how it's done." He didn't wait to see if Rhys obeyed. He trusted that he would. Instead, he grabbed his lover by the front of his open shirt and lead him out into the crowded dance floor.
The two of them had been hunting together off and on since that first night together and had perfected it into an art form. The way they moved and touched each other each was all a show to draw in their prey. A way to get eyes on them and give them any pick of kine that they wanted. This was the only time that anyone got to be between them was when they choose to feed together. Picking a kine and feeding alone without anyone noticing was a skill. Two Kindred pulling that kine in to feed together and the kine never the wiser to what had just happened to them? That was the art they had perfected.
And indeed they had their pick of kine as hungry eyes watched them. "You decide," Amadeus purred into his lover's ear.