<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bfff">Philene sat up, looking at the door as there was a soft knock on the door. She moved, off the bed, still scantily clad in her lingerie.  She moved across the room, and placed her hand on the door, smirking and waiting a minute. She then twisted the knob, opening the door. "Hello, My Lord." She leaned against the door frame, looking at him and then the bag of blood. "Would you like to come in, Love?" She gently reached out and brushed his cheek, tenderly.</span></b>