The older haunt, slowly released her fingers from the younger’s arm.  Though the long digits still rested on the limb, pulling the young one, chair and all closer to her slender form.  She moved in close, and pressed her full lips once softly against the young woman’s neck, though she could feel the promise of teeth and fangs resting just beneath the surface.  “Good girl...”  She purred.  “With that attitude you may one day be free of your mistress’ supervision...  But, it’ll take more then words to impress me child.  Which, I’m sure a pretty little thing such as yourself realizes.”<br/><br/>The other hand moved to softly caress the woman’s scarred arm, pressing tight leather and bony digits against the ‘ruined’ flesh.  The haunt of course, found such damage beautiful, more vivid then any art dedicated upon a canvas.  The young woman’s self infliction was a beautiful sign to her, of the monster that lurked within, and the capabilities she possessed to...  When the time comes, to tear mortal flesh from bone and exult in her damnation.<br/><br/>She was a perfect little dark angel...   A prime choice in Childe, if she could keep her nose out of trouble.  Of course, with the cruel and guiding hand of Rebecca, the investigator would become a monster to shake the souls of humanity to their knees.  Those full pouting lips broke away slowly, and for a moment she gazed at the little mortal that wandered the club, she took note of the Seneschal’s seal, and turned away.  It was best to pay such playthings no heed, a conversation with such a creature was risking to much,<br/><br/>A leather clad finger pointed towards the mortal, and she leaned in close, her mouth right next to her childe’s ear.  “Pay her no heed...  There’s other pretty girls out their for us.”  She ran her tongue, a course almost catlike thing across her companions earlobe, a perverse sigh of affection.