“A blush is very becoming on you...”  She smiled, and leaned forward easily fastening the collar to the other woman’s neck with practiced precision, pressing her soft orbs against Sophia’s.  She rather nonchalantly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke in the other woman’s face.  Black painted finger nails brushed against the woman’s cheek.  “Are you afraid?”  She said, her accented voice danced merrily.