"The details are where everything that matters is. It's how you separate one thing from another. Without the details, one night, one fuck, one person's the same as another." she continues as well, even with the little knife against her throat.
"Sexuality isn't a matter of theories, it's a matter of what you Want to practice." She waves a hand behind her towards switchblade boy. "Take for example this gentleman. He's stopped looking down the top of my dress and started fantasizing about hunting knife over there taking him with only his own blood for lube." She shrugs faintly.
Pale eyes shift towards hunting knife. "What do you think about that, the way your buddy keeps glancing at your johnson?" A wicked smirk curves her lips. Her attention then moves back to Guns. "..he doesn't care, because he can't stop thinking about sucking himself off, and won't be able to get off unless he does.. ever again."
Her hand waves flippantly, even as a trickle of ruby blood glides down her throat and into her cleavage. "The third one is yours."