It begins with blood. The music is turned on, and the scent of dancing wafts out into the streets. Then the sharks swim in. Girls with tight skirts and long legs flicker about in their seats, while their boyfriends talk softly and look oblivious. No one saw it coming. This is shallow water, and the scent of hard steps and dipped shoulders can be detected easily by the predators. They attack in packs, abandoning their escorts and surrounding their prey, grinding with long thrusting hip motions. The fervor heightens, and as the contact becomes more and more physical someone screams in sexual hysteria. Ooooh! The prey and the predators have become so entangled its hard to see who is attacking who. Both are fighting - no one seems to be resisting.
At the end of the night, the sharks return to familiar waters, but a dangerous flicker of the eyes can be observed. The chances of a second attack are impossible to predict.