<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Penthouse<br/><strong>Music: </strong>here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AK1TnheTdww)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://m1.behance.net/rendition/modules/35924551/disp/ca0698b5ccf67f5600a70a0a4f3756af.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Cassidy gave Alfred a predatory smile, as she slowly lowered her aviator sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. She wouldn't lie to herself. She wanted Alfred's blood since she first saw him. And his thumping heart was like a sweet symphony of promises that waited to be devoured. Erica would be pissed at Cass for drinking from Alfred, but Cassidy didn't care. In fact, she wanted to cause emotional harm to her childe. After all, SHE left her, and brought home a former lover.<br/><br/>"The Kiss is different for each person. But most find it pleasurable. Some even climax from it..." Cass purred, uncrossing her legs slowly but keeping her knees touching. A finger tip would trace the plunging neck line of her dress, caressing the soft white skin of her exposed cleavage before she laughed, almost mockingly.<br/><br/>"Then let us find you something to eat...." she remarked and pressed the intercom button on the ceiling. The driver's voice came over the speakers: "Yes Madam?"<br/><br/>"Driver, take us to...?" she left the question open for Alfred to answer.