Gathering information (Tamara and Chale)

Chale walked into the Slaughterhouse, looking around. He needed information about the creatures. He made his way to the bar, but quickly realized that the creatures there were either looking at him in disgust or as if he was a live steak. He rolled his eyes slightly and then made his way to the dance floor. He had a feeling he wouldn't get much out of anyone there either, they all seemed pretty engulfed in the music.

Then a most beautiful girl singled out of the crowd. She seemed to be on her own. Chale smirked lightly and then her eyes landed on him. A playful smile crossed her lips as she made her way over to him. Chale stood still, waiting for her to come to him.

Tamara had just taken some shots and was feeling the liquid spread through her. She enjoyed the feeling. She would of course not lose control, there was no way she'd be that stupid, but when she heard the music and it started crawling under her skin, she had no choice but to walk out on the dancefloor and dance. She was surprised at how easy it was to dance these days. She enjoyed it fairly well too, her hips swaying to the music.

She then saw a man walk up to the bar and then down to the dancefloor. She could feel the way his human blood pulsed through his veins. Not the smartest place to come to on a Saturday night. She wondered who he was, but she could sense that he was a very powerful wizard. She didn't know what drove her, but she was pretty sure it was the music mixed with her animalistic instincts as she danced her way towards him, reaching him and her hands touching his well-toned body. She smirked at him.

"Wanna dance, human?" she asked playfully.

Without waiting for an answer, she took his arm and started moving to the music against him.

Chale kept looking at the woman as she walked over to him, allowing her fingers to reach him. When she then asked if he wanted to dance, he was about to say that a dance or two wouldn't hurt, but he didn't have the time to say anything before he was dragged towards her, she moving her body against him, following the rhythm.

Chale smirked as he started to dance along with her, letting his hands trail over her shoulders and down her back. He wondered what kind of creature she was. Not a vampire, werewolf or anything he'd met before. Actually, she seemed a bit demonic. An incubus? No, that wasn't right either. He let it go for the moment as he leaned in closer.

"You don't sugarcoat anything, do you?" he asked silently into her ear.

Tamara smirked playfully up at him. "I could if you want me to," she said suggestively.

She placed her hand on his chest, trailing them down to the start of his trousers and then back up again. She enjoyed this contact. She'd probably lose herself though, and suck the lifeshit out of him, but that was his own fault for starting to dance with a hungry, sensual and not to mention tipsy mermaid.

"You don't know what I am, do you?" she asked him playfully.

She enjoyed that so few people knew of landwalking mermaids. It made it much more fun when they wondered who she was and guessed all these absurd things. The crazy thing wasn't that they guessed wrong, but that they guessed on things they knew to be false. She sighed and kept dancing with him.