<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/izQSSl0.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Countess Emilia<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Itty bitty titty committee room<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late construction of the arena<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Vampire Bride's Uniform - Handsome<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sapphire the Succubus<br/><br/><strong>Match:</strong>None<br/><strong>Round:</strong>None<br/><strong>HP:</strong>50<br/><strong>Status/Conditions:</strong>Noncombat<br/><strong>Elliquiy User ID (for die roller):</strong>39463<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Emilia lay on the cushions, with one more sandwiched between her thighs, which she was humping as though her life depended on it. The friction of the drenched pillow - yet another contribution to the laundry expense - against her folds was soon too much to bear, sending her into a shuddering climax and a short while during which she didn't really hear what her employer was saying.<br/><br/>When she finally got up, pantyless and not bothering to do anything about it, because when one came as often as Emilia did such underwear would be in the way more often than not, her mind was clearer in the afterglow at least for now, before the desire built up to unbearable levels again. She adjusted the tight skirt of her dress, definitely too short to be decent and just short of being obscene, her juices streaking the stip of her inner thighs where they were exposed between the hem of the skirt above and the thigh-high leggings below.<br/><br/>"I'm not one for the working of establishments - usually I steal from them instead," Emilia shrugged as she drew her blade an inch from its sheath and ran her thumb along the edge. From the red line in the skin blood swirled out and coalesced into a fountain pen of her own. Her vampiric condition came with its share of showy powers - too bad that they were mostly for show like this one, and few were actually useful in a fight that could have been turned against her former sire-mistress. "But stabbing challengers for you, that I can do." She signed the papers in dark crimson ink that suspiciously resembled blood. For all the blood nonsense, Emilia actually fed on cum instead - but that pale liquid would have made for a poor ink compared to the bold scarlet she had finally used. "There we go, all done. The pleasure's mine," she smiled back and licked her lips.