Magical vampire Zephyr

Magical vampire Zephyr
The clock tower struck midnight as Zephyr drifted down through the smog-choked skies, her black feathered wings gliding effortlessly above the glittering lights of the city below. Her lithe, shapely form was clad in a skintight black latex bodysuit that left little to the imagination. Dark, raven tresses framed an angelic face that belied the demon within.

Zephyr craved fresh blood tonight, and the hunt was on. Scanning the neon streets far beneath her, a perfect target soon appeared - a young man astride a sleek, red motorcycle, weaving through the traffic. Zephyr smiled a promise of damnation. In a blur, she descended.

The motorcycle screeched to a halt as Zephyr materialized before him, blocking his path. Bright blue eyes widened in shock and wonder as the biker took in the gorgeous, winged wraith who stood imperiously over him. "I've been waiting for you..." she purred, fixing him with a hypnotic gaze.

"H-hello miss? Is something wrong?" the man stammered, eyes roving over her nubile body...