Star Child (part 6)

The hunger is everything. It is a cancer, gnawing away at her insides. She must eat.
Too weak to hunt. So she waits.
The moment he saw her, he knew that he wanted her. Dark hair, pale skin, black dress. She could have walked straight out of a black and white film.
He bought her a drink, and she smiled warm gratitude, never touching it.
She learned tricks in the darkness.
They must have talked, surely? He didn't remember. Smiling a promise, she led him to the toilet, to the stalls.
He opened the door. The illusion vanished.
She feeds.