Trixy’s act didn’t falter at his dismissal. She even put on a bit of a pout before saying “That’s a real pity. I’ve been to a lot of places around the world, and I had heard good things about this club. Perhaps what I heard was through VIPs… what’s it take to become one, anyway? Money? Age?” She asked like she was a typical vampire, eager to get into the VIP section, her age would likely stave off any suspicion about her desires. A lot of old vampires cared little for humans aside from using them as sustenance, and liked to be placed in positions of power and prestige.

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Marigold put the binoculars down and scanned with her eyes, finding the binos to be clunky, and her own vision superior. “So…” she directed to the wolf in the back seat “My name is Marigold Breeze, you can call me Mari or Breezy if you please. What’s your name? How long have you been a wolf?” she asked the questions in rapid fire, her tone kind and friendly.