Fei held Luna's hand firmly as he led her towards the banquet table.
Cederic trailed closely behind, eventually intervening to release her from the warlock's grasp.
Her Amazonian peer, seated next to a werewolf, observed the scene with an intrigued gleam in her eyes.
Murmurs filled the room, accompanied by soft, alluring chuckles and the clinking of glasses.
Cederic's gaze bore into Luna, challenging her. Impulsively, she decided to accept his silent dare.
To her astonishment, she observed vampires mingling casually with harem girls, their gathering reminiscent of a cocktail party.
They showed restraint, she noted, not immediately going for the jugular.
She glanced around, the room bathed in dim light, her gaze settling on guests lounging on couches, wine goblets in hand. The atmosphere was thick with hedonistic indulgence.
