[center][b][color=Tomato]Lady Victoria Morte[/color][/b]
[sub]Interactions: Cianna[@Mae]
Location: Lobby
Species: Succubus[/sub][/center]

[color=tomato]"Hmm~ What's this? Another shipment... sounds fun~!"[/color] The silky voice said, mostly to herself. 

Victoria had brought herself down to the lobby, wanting to watch the freakshows that came in. Alas, most were just plain old lycans or vampires— nothing to really catch the eye. But then her cat like eyes fell on the fae creature, the girl that seemed to float as she skipped up to the reception desk. Quite an oddball... the poor thing looked as if she had been living in leaves and woods her whole life, which probably wasn't far from the truth. How naive she must be.

Victoria's interest was piqued, maybe the humans could wait a bit before her call.

The succubus moved with elegance to the girl, but her movements were not airy and carefree, but rather dark and sultry like the rest of her kind. She gave a soft, charming smile through her painted lips at Cianna. [color=tomato]"Well, don't you seem out of place? I take it you are new to this hotel?"[/color]

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[center][b][color=Darkturquoise]James Kaleb[/color][/b]
[sub]Interactions: Rand,Markus[@Doc] Other humans in the cages
Location: Cages
Species: Human, rare blood[/sub][/center]

The room was dark, but even with light James was unsure if his blurry vision would be able to identify where he was. He sat up weakly, touching his throbbing forehead with delicate fingertips, wincing sharply as his cramped muscles attempted to awake themselves.

There wasn't much he could remember. Walking home... Yes, he was walking home from the photoshoot, it was a late session. But, how did he end up here, wherever this was? It all seemed to fade so quickly.

If he strained his ears, James could hear others talking, even calling one another by their names. As he went to move closer, he found himself stopped by metal bars. A... cage? Was he arrested? No, why would it be pitch black like this in a prison? Plus, no prison he knew of put their prisoners in little bird cages like this.

His throat was unbelievably parched, but James knew he had to make himself known to the other, to find out what's going on. Someone had to know, right?

[color=darkturquoise]"Ex... Excuse me. Those talking... Does, does anyone know what's happening here?"[/color] His mother and brother must be so worried...