With not a moment's hesitation, the dark haired pet obeyed her mistress's command in an instant. And besides, it wasn't like Evelyn intended to let the one she loved most be that far away from her for the entire duration of their stay. Even such a short distance that separated the two beds seemed unbearable, so before the command was given it transpired that the feisty little slave was already on her way to ensure that they weren't parted during slumber. The petite, leather clad girl wasn't entirely sure why they needed to abandon the comfort of their own homes, just to come to this peculiar place. Frankly, she didn't much care, although the knowledge that other vampires were present brought a contemptuous sneer to her face, though it was fortunate none bore witness to it. The worst part was that Evelyn didn't particularly mind showing off her distaste towards the arrogant, superior creatures for all their vanity and pride. Fortunately, such a display of contempt had yet to get her into as much trouble as it should have done.<br/><br/>The Vampire Lady's humble little servant had actually seemed content to traipse about after her, through the halls and corridors... She was practically Sigrid's shadow, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She cared not for the layout of the building, nor for the various creatures of the night that they passed... Evelyn simply enjoyed following, soaking in the grace that seemed to emanate from her mistress, absorbing her overt elegance. Evelyn had never wished for anything more in life, simply to be with Sigrid always. That was her craving, all she had ever wanted. Her Lady was practically divine, and at least as far as Evelyn was concerned, Sigrid held beauty that would make the angels jealous. She was kind, gentle, merciful and considerate. Well... Her mistress was perfect, and that was all there was to it.<br/><br/>Even the bite marks on her neck. Whilst the collar hid them from view, Evelyn would happily bare them with pride. To her, they were like kisses, the gentle caress of her Lady's lips, her teeth, that lingered as a reminder of her importance. So, she smiled as she felt her pulse raise, her stomach twisting into a knot whilst a certain sweet moist began to flow between her legs. The fluttering wings of butterflies danced about in her stomach, making her feel all light and giddy with anticipation. She knew and cherished this feeling all too well, because she knew what was coming. The sudden change in the flow of her blood, as though it were being directed by some ghostly hand seemed to knock a startled breath out of her, an almost undetectable gasp, the whispered breath tickling her lips on its way out. Evelyn slides from her bed with cheeks of crimson to prowl about behind her Lady, her curvaceous form swaying seductively in her silent stride.<br/><br/>"Haah... Is Mistress thirsty?" Evelyn purrs, hoping to be graced with the sharp relief of her mistress's kiss once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>