An invitation? That was what she had seen it as. And with a coy smile, Victoria pushed herself off of the wall and advanced, making it in shortly after. Now, Victoria was not a hunter, no, she was the prey as she saw it. And if the man were interested enough in her to make the invitation, then surely he would await her entrance and come to find her. She sat at the bar, with crossed legs, and now a drink in hand. Her pale eyes observed the area. Everything from the pulsing music to the mounds of bodies on the dance floor, pressed against each other and sweating. She could do that. If she got bored enough. And she was certain she would.

When it came to how safe the man looked, she had been with much more dangerous men. So, she was not worried in the least about the blonde man. She raised the drink to her full lips and took a sip before setting it down and becoming bored. She hated playing the waiting game. Perhaps she would wait for him a little longer before she made her way to dance. The music was loud, as usual, and it pulsed through her in her wait, making the fact that she was sitting still a tad more unbearable.