A tall 6'1” brunette with long wavy hair and a tight and sexy body stepped through the door of a popular bar & grill. She looked maybe 30, carried an air of mischief as well as a burning sexuality, and many male eyes fell on her perfect tits and ass as she walked by. She knew they were watching and would turn her head back with a devious smile at the attention.
Her name was Calliope – Cally – and as the attractive woman sat down at the bar she smiled to herself knowingly. These silly mortals, she chuckled, these silly men and woman – so perfectly unaware of who or what she was. These men who lusted for her looks like the horny animals they were, if only they knew.
She was a sorceress. A master of the long forgotten magical arts. A conjurer, witch, devil... she'd heard all the names for what she was over her thousands of years of unending life. As she ordered a rich brandy she scoped the room through striking blue eyes. So much potential for fun tonight, so many hapless fools to play with. Perhaps she'd take a man home tonight and give him a night to remember. Or, she smirked, perhaps she'd find a lovely lady to satisfy.
Ah, but the night was young! She sipped her drink and let the flavor wash over her tongue before swallowing. Or perhaps, she considered, she might find an apprentice here. Somebody to pass on her library of knowledge to before the end finally came to her hedonistic life. Even if that meant another thousand years, was that not her true goal? After all, her massive fortune, beautiful mansion, and singular abilities would mean nothing if the last vestiges of an ancient world died with her.
She looked down at her drink sadly and sighed. Closed her eyes and fought back tears by biting her lip. No, better to focus on the present than the past. Better to let old friends stay dead. Better to just enjoy the night and have some fun. She raised her head, took another sip, and again scoped the room.
Sitting here at the bar... what does Cally do now?