Description
The night is for some a playground; people are the toys, and bars are the play sets. The night can also seduce those predisposed to the day. She raps you around in embrace of silver light, striking sights, and feral play. She gives the pleasure of doing what pleases you. However traverse it with caution, the night is not infinite. Just as the night may hide your secrets.You always have to face the mourning after, and what comes with it. For some the night can be death. I may be the one to bring that death. Humans are my toys, especially males. They love to look, they love to touch, as a creature of the night I indulge them. But when the mourning comes, what can a girl do. We all need to eat.
Prologue
