Naomi was an old and venerable Vampire. It was 1975, and she had heard of a new machine she just HAD to see.
The counter-girl told her it was impossible; no appointment was available.
She could have used filthy lucre, but preferred using her feminine charms instead.
She feasted her gaze upon the pretty young clerk. Cupping her breast, she mentally forced an orgasm upon the girl, drinking in her delight.
The discombobulated girl took her to the back, and activated the device.
Naomi shrieked. It was terrifying. She turned and imperially walked away from the Midnight Sun Tanning Salon.
