Jynx stared at Fanya now, every muscle tense. Becca was gone, now -- likely somewhere vomiting. There was no chance for another kiss from her... ever again. Not that she could blame the young mechanic.<br/><br/>Now here this painted woman was. She knew Jynx's secret, and for the most intimate of reasons. Fanya represented a few different things. One, that is was possible to grow past her... hunger, possible to become more than the monster that she was. Two... that she would never fully grow past what made her who she was. She would never stop looking at humans as meat that talked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006400">Maybe we will fit in better than usual, here... maybe Vegas isn't so bad after all.</span>Jynx shut her eyes hard, trying not to listen. She needed this... she needed it to heal, nothing more. At least that was what she told herself.<br/><br/>She slowly leaned down, placing her hands on the corpse and slowly sinking her teeth into the prostitute's waist, near the lovehandles... more fat, more muscle... tender. She ground her teeth down around it and pulled, tearing the flesh and bringing ripped strings of muscle along with it as she chewed. She needed this... she needed it to heal....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>