“Aren't you hungry, my dear?” Tim softly suggested to the bartender.
Again, Tim smiled and shot a look towards the two guys in the back of the bar still playing cards. They seemed
utterly unaware of their host's recent transformation.
“Yesss,” hissed the bartender, eying the two old men greedily. “I am hungry. What... What have you done to
me?”
“Ah-ah-ah,” scolded Tim. “Better make that, 'What have you done to me, mistress.' Let's not forget who's in
charge here.”
“Yesss, mistress,” answered the bartender submissively. “I'm sorry. This is... so new to me!”
The cat at Tim's feet mewed in agreement.
“You want to feast, don't you?” Tim whispered to the bartender. “You thirst for the lifeblood in those filthy
rodents back there. They're scarcely human. No one would miss them. Bite out their throats and you'll feel
that aching hunger finally subside. Until you do, you will have no relief.”
“I want to,” said the bartender slowly. “But it ain't right. Puh-puh-please, mistress... command me to do it.”
“No, no, no, my silly little fool!” chuckled Tim. “That's not how seduction works. I carry you to the edge,
you see? But you must leap off the brink of your own accord. Otherwise, it isn't a proper temptation. Free
will is such a sticky subject, you know? Corruption just doesn't count if you're only following orders. So I'm
afraid if you ever want to satiate that blood lust craving, you'll have to go over there and sink your fangs
into the flesh of those two dirtbags all... by... yourself.”
The bartender was unable to remove her gaze from the two old barflies. She licked her lips and shivered a bit
with anticipation.
What next?