Satora Razza ~I stand in the shadows, scanning through the crowd and assessing who is here. Do you hear it? The simple thrumming noise that beats underneath the skin? I salivate as I can taste what is to be mine. I pick the one that intrigues me the most. My fingers distract him by playing with the necklace that sinks deep into my cleavage. I bite the tip of my finger, looking at him with a coquettish gaze. He boastfully adjusts himself and I want to smirk. My brain calculating every possible outcome of the situation and the one that will attract my meal to me. He probably wants to slap my ass and whisper things like “do you like that, sweet cheeks?” before trying to cause me pain. I want to vomit, but I need the nourishment that is making his muscular neck tick tick tick. I curl my finger at him, beckoning him to come to me. His hands roam my body, making me want to snap his neck, but dead blood is no blood. “Ride or die,” I hear his excited voice whisper as he follows the sway of my hips further into the darkness. I push his body against the wall, my eyes flicking light on to his face, I smile and lick the tips of my fangs.~ Die is right.
Satora Razza ~I stand in the shadows, scanning through the crowd and assessing who is here. Do you hear it? The simple thrumming noise that beats underneath the skin? I salivate as I can taste what is to be mine. I pick the one that intrigues me the most. My fingers distract him by playing with the necklace that sinks deep into my cleavage. I bite the tip of my finger, looking at him with a coquettish gaze. He boastfully adjusts himself and I want to smirk. My brain calculating every possible outcome of the situation and the one that will attract my meal to me. He probably wants to slap my ass and whisper things like “do you like that, sweet cheeks?” before trying to cause me pain. I want to vomit, but I need the nourishment that is making his muscular neck tick tick tick. I curl my finger at him, beckoning him to come to me. His hands roam my body, making me want to snap his neck, but dead blood is no blood. “Ride or die,” I hear his excited voice whisper as he follows the sway of my hips further into the darkness. I push his body against the wall, my eyes flicking light on to his face, I smile and lick the tips of my fangs.~ Die is right.
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