It was a futile point to tell Sophie Anne she didn't want to go out tonight. The strawberry blond made plans in her head that everyone else was expected to follow along with no issue. Usually Pam didn't mind, unfortunately having Tara with her made her feel like she had a handicap and the dark skinned vampire was having a little too much fun as her role of a toy. When they arrived at their hostesses hotel they found a nice quiet spot and poised intimately Pam explained the do's and don'ts of a toy—an education she would have given her earlier if Tara was genuine. The younger vampire was fascinated and for the lack of a better word she assumed the role looking at it as a game. Pam indulged her comparison warning her, "don't fuck this up," the woman had a temper which she saw when it came to Franklin.

The top floor was an apartment made of glass simulating daylight. Pam knew the place well because she'd been a guest once or twice there. Since it was Tara's first time she reacted on reflex which delighted Sophie.

"Can I get you ladies a drink?" she asked beckoning them to follow with a hand to the library which was more like a wine room with odd shaped jars with red. "I have an extensive collection," she stated giddily. She loved having people over to show off her things to.

"Damn," Tara whispered as shelves were filled and the smells were overwhelming, but in the best sort of way.

Number one, "don't speak unless you're spoken to," she remembered Pam sharing. Sophie and Pam dismissed her outburst while Pam and she perused the vintages they preferred and what Tara could handle.

Sophie picked up a glass pulling the cork from the time smelling its wonderful contents. She recalled the blond belonged to some forgotten princess she met through her travels. Sophie wasn't born into the world of finer things, but she was determined to stay there after all the work and sacrifice that came with her position. She owned one of the most popular vampire hotels and on a whim she could order and exact someone's death without lifting a finger. The pets she owned her loyal mostly because of her blood because she had no real title because she was officially and outsider. But when the occasion rose she was called upon by influential members to do a favor here and there keeping a congenial or professional rapport with older, stronger, and political vampires.

She raised both of her brows spying Pam's hooded look. It wasn't as if she cared when she asked, she just wanted to ask, "Is your toy of age?" her tone was playful.

Pam resented it her playfulness while her car sat on the side of some bridge wrecked, but she held her tongue. Sophie's building was a sanctuary with no family loyalty. The building owner hadn't had sanctuary in mind when she made sure the ground floor had a club with half naked vampires and humans stripping for her clients. She thought of her home as a haven of debauchery, but on one Sanctuary had become an unofficial name because violence wasn't tolerated and it was just that affluent an establishment vampire of every age and size followed her rules. Perhaps once or twice when her fairy dancers took the stage she had an issue, but those vampires were immediately booted and banned with the exception of one who had actually gotten to bite one of her best girls and he paid a hefty fine to return.

"The brand might be too strong for her," Pam finally stated when she considered she didn't know if Tara's specialness extended to certain blood types.

"Let's see," Sophie retrieved another jar. It didn't have any rich history. One of her guests from years ago decided to live at her hotel for a few hundred years. He didn't believe in money preferring a barter system—a place to stay for his blood. There were very few vampires that could have successfully struck this deal. At first taste she tallied her losses compared to the power she tasted. It was exhilarating and for a moment she thought she may have missed him.

She poured his blood into a glass and handed it to Tara only. If she were as young as she thought she was then she would be a treat to be entertained by. She would be high and Pam and Sophie could really have some fun with tall, dark, and sexy.

"Drink," she encouraged. Tara looked to Pam. The blond rolled her eyes and nodded.

Tara drank shocked as she felt the effects immediately feeling weightless and with sensitivity to the world around her as if she were able to do anything, kill anything, fuck longer than anyone.

"She looks happy," Sophie stated dragging Pam behind her, "let's play some music I want to dance!"

Upon command music began to play. It was rushed and upbeat music layered with sounds that only a creative mind could string together to make music. Pam didn't care for it, but Tara moved to it and when she declined to dance with her high betrothed Tara grabbed Sophie, a more congenial partner.

They moved around recklessly making it look like only half of what they were doing resembled dancing, the rest of it was suspect even though they followed the rhythm well. In Sophie's domain it was easy to lose track of the time which was unfair for her guests who might have had plans. The strawberry blond was a master entertainer. When Tara drew her away to dance a young busty distraction came to keep Pam entertained. She knelt between her legs ready to be fed on. Sophie knew Pam's preference for feeding from the source directly. This felt off to the vampire. And she began to think that this was a little too well planned out even for Sophie who kidnapped vampires and humans on a regular basis for fun.

"You dance marvelously," Sophie pulled Tara closer smelling her.

Tara dipped her head, "that tickles,"

"It does?" the older vampire indulged, "are you ticklish anywhere else."

"If she is it isn't any of your business," Pam appeared behind her wiping the side of her mouth. She was irritated that she left her meal, "I'm cutting in," she explained when Sophie's hands remained wrapped around Tara's waist.

When they switched places Tara attacked her with kisses and words or promise that made Sophie giggle at the sight of someone professing endearments to one of the coldest vampire's she knew. One the verge of telling her friend to fuck off the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it."

"You expecting someone?" Pam glared still wrapped in Tara.

"Several someones," Sophie shared.

In less than an hour the apartment which had been occupied by help, slaves, bodyguards and trio was began to fill with species of shapes, sizes, and folklore. The music was louder and the patrons were becoming rowdy in all the ways Sophie enjoys her late night or rather early morning parties. 2 a.m. was her favorite time in the morning she was notorious for saying, but no one really knew why that time specifically was her favorite.

"I love what you're wearing," someone in the crowd stood in front of the blond separating her from Tara who still thought Pam was behind her.

Pam resumed her trek through the throng this time instead of looking for the door she was looking for Tara. Though the darker vampire was nowhere to be found, Godric was going to kill her if she lost the vampire. There were several women from the back that resembled Tara. She turned them around ready to berate them for leaving her and they all looked at her strangely except for one who didn't mind being mistaken for this Tara and would have happily continued the rest of the night as whatever Pam wanted her to be.

"Why don't you have some unsuspecting victim pressed against the wall right now? I expect you to at least deflower one of my corners since you've fucked everywhere else," Sophie grinned.

"I'm looking for Tara."

"Who?" the vampire looked genuinely confused.

"My toy," the blond corrected.

"It has a name?" Sophie sounded surprised yelling over the music.