Zar had been walking for a good two hours now, just wandering. The moon was out tonight, and it made everything glow with beauty, and he loved that. The streets and sidewalks were empty too, and it was quiet out. The wind picked up, and a gust blew his long black hair wickedly. Zar was wearing long black slacks, a slong sleeve silk black shirt, and black leather shoes. He looked sharp, as if he was a millionaire who was dressed in the finest clothes from the finest countries. He looked up at the moon once more, and a simple smile ran across his lips, proudly displaying his pearly white fangs. His cold pale skin gleamed as if he were a seraph from heaven. As he came upon a bike in the street, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. He turned his head to see the building before him, and he stopped. He was rather thirsty...should he go in? He stood there for a long minute, and then finally made up his mind. Walking into the building, he held himself up with the most charming aura he could, hoping to get a nice room for the night. "Hello?" He said in a velvety, seductive voice, asking for any service. Zar tried to fix his long hair to where his horns couldn't be noticed, but to no avail. The inch long black horns were worn upon his head, despite the young vampire.

At the sight of the girl, one of Zar's hands suddenly rose to cover one of his horns nervously. "I um...need a room. And some...blood if you have a supply..." He spoke as if he were a childish boy, consious of his looks, even when he was as handsome as a angel. His black eyes examined the girl, and a slight blur of a pink blush appeared on his cheeks, as his prying eyes scanned over her dress when she courtsied.