<div style="text-align: center">Cassia tensed as she was pulled down onto Sorin's lap. There wasn't much time to react to anything going on, but truthfully there was nothing she could do. Sorin held her with a hidden strength, her gentle hold keeping Cassia in place. She looked away from Sorin as the coolness of the vampire's lips wrapped around her wrist, followed by a sharp pinch. A warm tingle spread through out her veins, and a small gasp escaped Cassia's throat. The other feeders in the VIP watched with intrigue and thirst as the scent of new blood lingered in the air. Cassia swallowed thickly, an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach as her gaze returns to Sorin. Always a curious girl, Cassia wondered if Sorin had truly enjoyed the taste of her blood, or if she was just sick. Was there really such a thing as vampires?<br/>
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<i>"If you'd like a job here, you have it. I don't think I have anyone here that has as pure of blood that you do. You'd be highly sought after."</i><br/>
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Cassia nodded to Sorin in an almost robotic way, as she attempted to process the experience, and whether she would do it again. Sorin had been (mostly) respectful with her, yet, here she was sitting on her lap. The look in Sorin's eyes seemed to be genuine. Cassia carefully released her hand from the woman's hold, and stood up from her lap. She hadn't lost much blood, but her head was foggy, her body unnaturally relaxed now. She hadn't had much to drink thanks to Delicia, yet, it felt like she was buzzed or slightly high from the experience.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"...I don't think I'm in the right mind right now to answer that."</span> Cassia managed to say, as she backed up away from the woman to allow herself some breathing room. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"That was really intense. I don't know if I can do that again, or...if I really want to, if I'm being honest." </span>​</div>