"Want to go in the tub together?" She touched my face, smiling lustfully.
Of course, this has not happened... yet.
"Lucien… No, Mark. We need to talk." Alya, in a loose plain white gown, said with the most serious face I had seen.
She walked towards the table, and I followed. The gown was very thin, and as with her every step, I could see her thick, long legs, black panties around wide, plump hips that jiggled and danced.
"What's up?" I asked casually as she sat on the chair in front of me. She smelled like roses and monsoon wind, likely from her shampoo and soap.
"I was curious about what you saw at drinking my blood, too." I nodded as she leaned over the table seriously, revealing her plump cleavage completely.
"Nothing of importance. It was only enough to show me your earliest memories that left a deep impression on you." She said, taking a sip of water.
