She liked the way the word sounded, the shape that Thorn’s lips took when she spoke it “Seraph” She said to herself once more.  The young woman thought she had chosen wisely.  She gently brushed her fingers against her leather encased stomach.  It seemed that the other woman was getting a bit agited, but not angry by her particular mode of dress.  She pondered idly about moving in a little closer, but decided that it would be for the best if she didn’t push the cold blooded killer to far.<br/><br/>Seraph enjoyed watching the other woman look at her, she was no stranger to animal attraction.  It was easy to read in the the other woman’s eyes.  Her tongue slid across her lips, though the act was once more concealed.  The leather clad predator leaned her back against a nearby wall, gently, and stretched her arms up over her head for an instant causing her little perky orbs to raisie as she moved for just a moment to stand on her tip toes.  A low whimpered moan forced its way from beneath the mask.<br/><br/>The woman’s warning was subtle, HER Sam.  She had to restrain a bit of a giggle.  Seraph had no intention of stealing Thorn’s pet or lover...  Whichever role the wreck of a man filled in her life.  The predator was interested in softer flesh, the feminine form was her ambrosia.  As such, the other predator was more to her liking.   “Of course...”  She purred, she unfastened the straps at the back of the mask, and let it go slack so it was resting against her chest, brushing against her perky little orbs.  “I’d love too.”