Olympus was the hottest club in town, where the elite could flaunt their wealth and influence in the most extravagant of venues. The clink of coin keeping a ready stream of expensive alcohol flowing, as socialites and playboys mingled at the bar without a care in the world as the good times flowed. The conversation often dull, as the cream of high society flexed their most recent lavish indulgences, from a private yacht to a new estate, in a perpetual rat race to outdo each other on their family’s excessive affluence.

The snobby din of supposedly riveting conversation boring Selene, as the buxom bat saw no need to flaunt her wealth like some gaudy trinket of gilded gold. No, for the cunning countess this place was just another hunting ground, albeit one with a soundtrack with a bassy thrum, unlike the more classical conventions of her sprawling manor. Not like she minded a change of pace though, and wading through the crowd, she just took in the heat and drink of the frivolous festivities playing out around her. The woman recognizing some faces, in the mist of gyrating and thrusting bodies as she traversed the dance floor, but for the most part, she gave no mind to the conglomeration of creatures who had given into the blaring beat.

Her eyes tracing over the partygoers, as she casually browsed the sprawl of dignitaries and nobility in search of someone somewhat interesting or deserving of her attention. The majority of the well-dressed throng remaining polite and proper, even with a few cups of fine liquor in their bellies, as they sipped at their drinks and discussed all manner of mundane between sating the periodic urge to cut a rug with their equally privileged peers. Of course, not all were content on just having a good time, and under the numbing effects of intoxication, the mask of civilised grandeur had a habit of slipping, allowing a blue blood's true entitled nature to peek through their veil of supposed superiority.

It was this Selene saw, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a gander of a pompous vixen snarling at a rather shaken-looking member of staff. The bunny barmaid apologizing profusely about not making her Cosmopolitan just the way she liked it, in a fruitless attempt to avoid the carping canine from creating a scene. Selene knew who this complaining cunt was, “Athena”, the third daughter of some magnate from the black country barely worthy of mention, even if the vixen was dropping the family name at every possible opportunity as if it meant something meaningful. These uncouth attempts to remind the rabbit of her proper place just loud and arrogant white noise, as the tart proved herself little more than a snooty termagant who thought herself better than those around her.

This smug sense of superiority something Selene was well versed in, as it was not uncommon for one raised with a silver spoon in their mouth to develop some undesirable traits. Athena making it apparent that she was the sort of girl who was used to getting what she wanted, just from the way she was rudely addressing the rabbit snivelling before her. The vixen clearly here craving recognition, her low-cut dress saying that much, as she was doubtless here to find a person who tickled her fancy to share her bed with. The needs of the flesh strong, and just as the bat suspected just a hint of carnal delight was more than enough to get the opinionated vixen's notice.

Selene making her entrance by placing a couple of silver coins on the counter, and nonchalantly ordering the gurning girl a replacement drink along with a fruity beverage of her own. The vixen’s head instantly snapping to Selene as if to see who had the audacity to interrupt her reprimanding, only for the woman only for her hard expression to instantly soften, as she got a good look at the photogenic physic of the aristocrat who had butted in on her bitching. It didn’t take much more from there, as with only a little flirting Athena thought she had bagged the most attractive woman in the whole place for a night of hedonistic intimacy.

This cocky confidence, spurred on by the courage-inducing grog in her gut, leaving little concern in the vixen’s mind when Selene invited her to go somewhere a little more private. The desire for sexual gratification guiding the slightly tipsy Athena into the snug seclusion of a bathroom stall, as she yearned to know what sat beneath the beautiful bat’s figure-hugging dress. Athena biting her lip, as she felt Selene’s soft hands sneak a seductive squeeze of her sculpted bust, causing the vixen to let out a steamy gasp. The fingers sinking into the doughy flesh, as she toyed with the buttery breast, as though she was kneading dough. The motions of her lover meticulous, practised, and Athena could not help but coo in aroused euphoria, as a lecherous look glazed over her eyes as she gave into the wanton abandon of her base imperatives.

All this self-assured poise she had been exuding evaporating in an instant though, as with a sudden sting Selene sank her fangs into her unwitting meal for the evening. The look of shock flashing on Athena’s face as her hot date’s sharp teeth dug into her shoulder, causing a spring of crimson to erupt from the open wound. Athena’s cheeks going Blanche, as her former fortitude drained from her face, as with an assertive chomp Selene calmly severed the vixen’s brachial artery, prompting her stunned prey into a stunned struggle. The woman confused, as the looming disorientation of blood loss sapped her system of its strength. Athena not quite sure what was happening, as in the chaotic space of about 15 seconds her ability to comprehend the situation lapsed, and with a clumsy quiver she passed out with her one-night-stand latched onto her neck giving the mother of all love bites. Selene smiling at this reluctant compliance from her shuddering quarry, as now there was no resistance she could begin to feed at her leisure. The bat mulling the scarlet syrup on her tongue, as she took in the rich taste of her most recent conquest with a perverse pleasure. The vampire lapping at the red liquid, as her eye for quality again rang true, as despite their horrible personalities no blood tasted sweeter than a spoiled brat’s….

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When Athena caught the eye of the attractive countess Selene at the club, she thought she was in for a good time. Unfortunately for the snobby vixen, the hungry bat had other plans in mind on how the night would end with the pompous canine...

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