Chapter 34: Crimson Hospitality
As they stepped into the establishment, the first thing that hit them was the sharp, unmistakable scent of iron—thick, heady, and undeniably fresh. Blood. It lingered in the air like incense, mingling with the smooth rhythm of music coming from a stage at the center of the lounge. A lone performer strummed a haunting tune, adding a sultry ambiance to the already charged atmosphere.
The interior was simple but efficient. A long, well-stocked bar stretched along the left wall, with plush lounge chairs and velvet-lined booths scattered around the main floor. The elevated stage sat just above it all, offering a full view of the room. A stairway in the corner led up to a second floor—half-shrouded in shadows—with only the flicker of red lights hinting at what kind of "adventures" awaited up there.
Unlike the diverse crowd of the underground city, this place was different. Every single patron here was a vampire, and their presence felt heavier, more predatory. Eyes glinted in the dim light. Conversations were low, but intense.
Corven scanned the space with quiet amusement. "Woah, looks like you hit the jackpot," he said, chuckling under his breath. He gave Rose a nod of approval.
But just as they began moving in, a vampire stumbled out from the crowd, brushing hard against Rose like he’d been drinking too much—or maybe he just didn’t care.
"Huh...?" The man turned and gave her a slow once-over.
A smirk spread across his face. "You’re quite beautiful... haven’t seen you around these parts."
Rose didn’t even blink. She simply pointed at Corven, unimpressed.
"What...?" The vampire turned to him, blinking in confusion. "Are you supposed to be her partner or something? You look way too scrawny."
Corven gave a dry chuckle.
’I don’t blame him. I’ve only been a vampire for two days. Still got that fresh-out-the-coffin vibe, I guess.’
The man scoffed, clearly entertained by himself. Then he turned back to Rose, grin widening.