"I am truely sorry to hear that dearest Amaranthe, but at least he tasted of pure, fresh blood," she replied.  She turned her attention to Arrya.  "That one sounded like a pleasant meal to start your evening.  Only if we could do this more often."  She looked at Amaranthe as she let her bat like wings out.  "They are always beautiful to see.  Truely beautiful.  I must now take my leave as I help myself with my third helping of this evening and I'm still hungry."  She let out a laugh as she walked to a room, not looking at the man that was eyeballing her, knowing full well he would follow like a pup following a bitch in heat.<br/><br/>Sherry couldn't help but notice that she must have been pulling on the cuffs hard and sweating on her wrists because the cuffs had come off.  She enjoyed the pain she was receiving from Dampe.  She felt like she might explode again if Dampe merely whispered in her ear.  That voice that felt like velvet being wrapped around her.  His touch like a drug she would do anything for.