[@King Tai] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5SQVdIWbKQ Despite a few recent cock-ups, the evening had gone rather....[i]splendid[/i] for her... In her personal bedchamber, she lounged across the plush and extravagant queen sized bed, robed only in her silk negligee, the paper thin straps slipping off her shoulders as she yawned and lightly stretched. In one hand, a crystal, long stemmed chalice of a sparkling ruby liquid she sipped of delicately, a pleasant smile gracing her lips, just as the liquid had with its finely aged, bittersweet taste. In the other, a slightly worn book, leather bound with vanilla pages, written by a man from her native Italy in the 16th century. No title on the front cover however, no words to indicate the subject matter discussed within those very pages she casually skimmed through while partaking of her [i]special wine[/i]. No, only on the front cover....was a gilded, ornately decorated head of a goat entrapped by a sigil. [color=ed1c24]~"...I am going to kill that son of a bitch one day."~[/color] Of course who else could she mean such murderous intent towards. As if just carrying on casual conversation with the blue haired darling lying on top of her, immodestly disrobed and nestled into the woman's bosom breathing softly, her little chest undulating peacefully with every inhale and exhale, Rebecca warranted the threat with a sigh and a light snap of her book shut. [color=ed1c24]~"You and I, my sweetheart, we've hunted the creatures of the damned all over this god forsaken continent, and never did we need to meddle in the affairs of mortal kind to do so. So...why are we now?"~[/color] Camille answered back, nuzzling her beloved while leaving a few gentle kisses upon her bare skin, Rebecca shivering with a pleasurable smirk. [color=6ecff6]"It's not like we just work for Stone either. We're his prisoners. Remember the day he caught us, Mistress? He said either we joined him or he was gonna kill us both."[/color] How could Rebecca forget? The memory of that damned day alone brought a sour look to her face, her lip curling downward into a displeasing scowl and her eyes cutting sharp. [color=ed1c24]~"If you ask me, I still believe he intends to kill us, possibly when this [i]other[/i] matter of his is settled. It's odd, a mortal as he obsessed with this recent uproar between the three families."~[/color] She replied taking another sip of wine and setting her chalice on the nightstand, another yawn and a stretch. [color=ed1c24]~"And...as you've said before, darling, it is odd that all three would have the same...unfortunate loss, on the same night as well. It was planned no doubt, but by who? The Hunters? Stone himself? Or could it have just been some outside force."~[/color] If what she read up on these three served her right, the Capers, the Banes, and the Blackwoods, the tension was indeed ripe between the three, a powder keg, and the murders...lit the fuse. Three coven lords slain in cold blood and the finger pointing, backlashes, and blood was yet beginning to flow like the River Styx from their doorsteps, soon possibly to flood New York in a deluge of death and discord. But just who the bloody hell would want to start something like this? That is what posed Rebecca and perturbed her somewhat. Even thinking about it left a bad taste in her mouth...or that could just be the leftover sweat from when she had to practically throw herself at that prick Vlad to get some damn information, the failure that was that got her and Camille dangling over boiling water. [color=6ecff6]"Wait, you think Mr. Stone did this?"[/color] Camille perked up, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Rebecca returned, [color=ed1c24]~"I wouldn't put it past the licentious cur. He's already made well on his intentions to turn you and I into sex slaves for religious extremists, probably gets his rocks off to the thought as well. But yes, I've had my suspicions of dear Stone since the moment he enslaved me. His persona itself, it just reflects a man who wouldn't flinch once at torture, terrorism, or genocide. I think even the devil himself cowers in fear of Director Stone. Hmph, but not I."~[/color] Yet again another yawn punctuating her sentence, a deep and long stretch this time, the straps of her negligee slipping...a tad further, to reveal a generous peek, such that tinted the cheeks of the blue haired youngling a rosy color. [color=ed1c24]~"It's late my dear. We should probably rest before that idiot decides to send us out again, whenever that may be."~[/color] Softly Camille nodded, agreeing somewhat, [color=6ecff6]"Yeah...you're probably right, Mistress. But still..."[/color] Her tired, weary voice...even still it had a bit of a sultry tone to it, Rebecca's eyebrow raising towards it and a rather...lewd sneer crossing her lips. [color=ed1c24]~"Did you have [i]something else[/i] in mind, sweetie?"~[/color] The woman purred licking her lips as she looked to her thrall, her eyes alit with a kindling flame of lust. [color=ed1c24]~"I guess our shower wasn't [i]entertaining[/i] enough for you, hmm my precious moon flower?"~[/color] Playfully Camille shook her head, her cheeks now blazing with heat, such a blush that already had Rebecca once more....hot and bothered herself. [color=ed1c24]~"Well then...I suppose a little [i]fun[/i] wouldn't hurt before bed time. Come here you cheeky thing."~[/color] (((Aaaaaaaand I'm not going into any more detail because the mods would be on my ass faster than you can say vampire slut, so just uh...imagine it yourselves! [s]you dirty bastards[/s]))