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You ask politely, with a smooth grin on your face, for a Coke in exchange for the pie you had bought previously.
Sharleen looks at you quizzically, her smoothly trailing her index finger across her glossy lips, then with a Primitive hunger, bites her finger and allows the blue blood to trail from her lips to her immaculate white shirt. Usually this would turn you on, but it's the sight of the Gargoyle behind her that has turned you off.
She shifts over to the left, so she's by the window, only to look out into the scenery, remarking with a smile on her face, the breafast she had devoured this morning, in excellent detail, explaining what the food consisted of, it's flavour, the texture...
After 5 minutes, she finally decides to give you a bag of Coke, in exchange for your pie.
You then murmur something underneath your breath..Something about..Cheese?
Sharleen looks at you quizzically, her smoothly trailing her index finger across her glossy lips, then with a Primitive hunger, bites her finger and allows the blue blood to trail from her lips to her immaculate white shirt. Usually this would turn you on, but it's the sight of the Gargoyle behind her that has turned you off.
She shifts over to the left, so she's by the window, only to look out into the scenery, remarking with a smile on her face, the breafast she had devoured this morning, in excellent detail, explaining what the food consisted of, it's flavour, the texture...
After 5 minutes, she finally decides to give you a bag of Coke, in exchange for your pie.
You then murmur something underneath your breath..Something about..Cheese?