Right on time, Jenny heard the approaching footfalls and the knock on the door, rising to answer it almost immediately. It was a short trek to cross the room and swing the door open invitingly, already with a mischievous on her lips that Dahlia couldn't see as she leaned against the doorframe. "Well, you're a sight for sore eyes," she greeted her, reaching a hand out to ghost it across one of the brunette's cheeks.
That was part of the thrill with Dahlia for her, that she was at her mercy in a way. The blonde was even quicker than an average person, and she took advantage of that when she could. Dahlia rarely knew where Jenny was coming from, how she might actually be looking her over, where her touches might come from. She rarely told her, just seized her. There was no courtesy of phrases like 'I'm going to touch your hand' or 'I'm over here' that other people gave her. She just took. That was what Dahlia paid for.
Jenny thought she tasted better startled, anyway. It didn't taste as good as real fear, but some things just weren't readily available all of the time.