Rule number 1: Know your prey.
I eye him as he enters the bar. He looks good tonight; like any other night. Tight white jeans, black leather belt, two chains hanging down his thigh, pink top with the face of a roaring tiger, a vest in some sort of golden and red brocade, several necklaces decorating his chest, snakebite, eyes heavily lined with thick, black eyeliner and hot pink eyelids, shiny black hair to down past his shoulders, with streaks of green. Beautiful. He is so
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