Leera glared at the girl sitting across from her.  "Don't play dumb ass blonde with me, girly.  You know for a fact I wouldn't fuck her if my life depended on it.  You just sent away my meal for the night.  You better have a damn good way to make it up to me, because I'm hungry."  grabbing the neck of the bottle, she drained what was left of the alcohol Asia had bought.  "Pitiful excuse for alcohol if you ask me."  She wasn't even buzzed.<br/><br/>A thought came to her mind as she sat there at the table.  What type of sick fuck did this girl have to be that she was already wet, surrounded only by cheap sluts, Lance, and herself?  Leera stood up, taking the zipper of her skirt and sliding it down, letting the fabric drop around her ankles.  Her panties, lime green lace, bore not a hint of wetness over her slit.  "Not wet at all.  If I need to drop these to prove it further, so be it.  I'm not so desperate to get turned on by fodder.  I was hoping you two would be good enough to peak my arousal, but if you're too much of a child and like to play your little game of mind fuck, talking dirty like an immature sixth grade girl giggling about sex in anatomy class, at least you aren't the one to get me aroused.  You're just another meal ticket for me."  She bared her fangs at the girl.<br/><br/>Zipping back up the skirt, she sat back down, staring at Asia and Lance.  "So convince me why I should get wet for you, girly, or for you, mister.  I may just look like a girl, but I got a whole lot more to me than what's on the outside."  Here eyes seemed to change color from a bright green to a blood red, and then to a black.