Gavin stepped into the main living room, looking back at Chloe. She had her hands behind her back and her chest out, seemingly strutting her “gifts” for Gavin’s approval. Briefly he thought of Lolita, and if she’d been turned before her chastity had been lost. There was no questioning that since her second life, Lolita had fielded cocks from half of South-Central, but the hymen of a Vampire ought to heal itself.<br/><br/>What might Lolita’s blood taste like?<br/><br/>Gavin bit his bottom lip as he stepped into the living room, holding an open palm behind himself until he felt Chloe’s approach.<br/><br/>“Did you dispose of the ‘Leftovers’ yet? Or do I have to do that myself?” Gavin asked loudly, not wanting Lolita to sneak up on him. “I don’t want-”<br/><br/>Suddenly, Gavin made a horrible realization. He didn’t even know this mortals first name… Then, another thought occurred, that he could call her whatever he damn well pleased. It’s not like she had the luxury of things like family, or old friends, or property, or life beyond what pleased him. What fun it would be to name her according to his pleasure.<br/><br/>“I don’t want Cherries to see me at my worst.”