Chapter Thirty: Antonio

A faint music with the softness of expensive silk hummed gently in the dimly lit room barely illuminated by the red lamps at the four corners. Several plastic candles with dim lights sat idly on the scarlet clad vintage tables and next to the walls, but the smoke that settled in the atmosphere did well to dull their lights.

They emanated from the bowls of burning incense placed on both sides of the room giving the atmosphere a very euphoric vibe.

Women in light, skimpy dresses seductively swayed their hips in tune with the hypnotic music. A fine number of bare pale skins dancing in different yet synchronized movements.

A lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched their slow dances. It'd been quite a while since he'd treated himself to something nice.

Antonio sipped his glass and leaned back with a satisfied smirk. Nothing tasted better than the blood of a young child. He had no use to kill the child for blood of course and could just take some from his blood bar anytime he wanted, bu