The Trilogy Bar and Grill on the Upper West Side was perfect. It was a haven for bored Yuppies to drink, dance and party with others of their vapid kind.
He would be invisible to them. The socialite he'd lured out of the club
would, certainly, not live long enough to form memories of him.
He removed her matching brassiere, panties and suspender belt from necessity. The electrodes on her nipples, vaginal lips and such required direct contact with skin to deliver a satisfactory shock.
He had such truly delightful mayhem planned for her before she died that night!