Amon took in the chaotic environment of the club, the colorful flashing lights, the loud pumping music, a lot of untamed wild women who are going around showing off their assets to anyone they found attractive, and the occasional singled-out beautiful woman who is waiting for the right person to take her home and fuck her brains out.
Amon loved this environment. If he knew that the world would end up like this when he was just a mortal, he himself would have gone out of his way in search of immortality.
He scans the club and sees a lot of potential girls he would love to have today, but first, he needs to settle down. A predator just doesn't chase its prey as soon as it spots it.
He will wait, choose the weakest but the most appealing and ambush it, leaving it no chance to escape from his grasp.
