What next.

After a long night of helping around the city and not giving into her urges that are most un-Primogen like Elle finds a club that is dark enough to suit her purposes.

She cozies up to an enamored looking girl, finding her mouth in teasing little kisses, letting each touch of their skin spiral the girl into a deeper high. Elle bites, happily taking all that she wants, not hungry enough to take as much as she did, and leaving the girl woozy and begging for more. Elle slips her a card, smiling at her and slipping back out into the night, her belly full of opiate laced blood.