A bright flash of light emanated from the seedy strip club. Illuminating the city streets in a rainbow glow for just a moment. Then, silence for a long time.
Circe emerged from the club. The ethereal woman took a long drag from her cigarette. A wish had been granted and she was satisfied. For now.
It was Saturday night and the streets were rife with club-goers and assorted drunken revelers.
She smiled as she turned her nose up to smell the night air. An unnatural shudder passed through her body as the scent of young men and women filled her supernatural senses. The miasma of desire was unmistakable. They were all out hoping to get laid, or to get noticed, or have a fun time. Each had their reasons. Their, hopes, dreams and fears. It was irresistible. Before long the sorceress was on the prowl again.
But who to pick? There was always someone unhappy with their lot. Someone wishing to be taller or sexier. Smarter, richer or happier. It was the human condition to chase desire in perpetuity. Circe was always spoiled for her choice of victims. And she had been doing this for a very, very long time. Only the most interesting desires could stir her predatory passions.
Circe's head jerked in a whip-like fashion as she saw them. A clique of young women, shivering in their club wear. Their dreams burnt bright in the ether. An irresistible beacon that drew her in like a shark sensing blood.
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Laura, Penelope, Janette and Danica had perhaps come underdressed for the occasion.
"Fuck, it's so cold!" As the unofficial group leader, Laura felt a little responsible for their predicament. "Can't this line move a little faster?"
Janette, her step sister, couldn't help but concur. "Yeah, this sucks. Maybe if we flirt with the door guy he'll let us in?"
It had been a joke. But as the serious one, Penelope wasn't going to let the suggestion go unanswered. "I'd rather we keep our dignity intact and freeze. Thank you"
Danica, always the one to pre-game. Was already a little drunk and more than a little high. And so she happily stared into space. Not feeling the cold at all.
"Hello darlings. Does anyone have a lighter. I seem to have misplaced mine"
Warily the four friends assessed the mysterious woman before them. Normally such a request wouldn't be a big deal. But there was something subtly dangerous about the way she composed herself.
"...Sure" Janette retrieved the lighter from her purse. Which the newcomer graciously accepted.
"Thank you my dear. I'm Circe, by the way"
Danica perked up. "Like-"
"Yes! actually! Just like game of thrones!" Circe snapped. "Now, Maybe I can help you"
"Help us with what?"
The predatory gleam in her eyes came out in full force. Accompanied by a smug grin. "Why, With your hopes and dreams of course"
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