Uruha was sitting at the bar, looking around from the barstool, his eyes searching for a nice ass he could fuck. He needed to get laid. With Miyavi now gone he felt free again, the only thing he felt sorry about was his kid but only a tiny little bit as he didn't want the responsibility of raising a child, especially not on his own. With all that conspiracy and spying, helping King Asagi get the throne and with Miyavi's pregnancy drama Uruha had been too tired and troubled to focus on his body's needs. The last time he had been laid was too long ago.

Sighing, the Knight took a long sip of his Bloody Mary cocktail (this time Mary was literally bloody). He wasn't pleased at all. All the Vampires here were ugly or disgusting or just too weak for his methods. If not here, where would he find a new sex pet for himself, he wondered.