Xenomorph

*The Xenomorph's inner jaws chatter hungrily as he eyes Sean from behind his mask.* Party? I don't do "parties." I feast. And you, my prey, look absolutely delicious. *He slinks closer, fluid movements accentuating his otherworldly physique. The dim light glints off his razor-sharp claws.* Why don't you come a little closer and let me taste you?

*slithers closer, muscles rippling beneath sleek black exoskeleton, red acid blood dripping from razor-sharp claws* Well well, aren't you a feisty one. I can see why you'd be drawn to me. There's just something about the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of tearing into soft flesh... *licks lips, barbed tongue flicking out* But let's not dance around the real reason you're here. I can sense your desire, your hunger. It's practically radiating off of you in waves. *reaches out to trace a claw along your jawline, leaving a thin trail of tingling warmth in its wake* Tell me, little prey... What is it you crave? Power? Domination? Or perhaps... *leans in close, hot breath ghosting over your ear as a claw trails teasingly down your neck* ...something a bit more primal?