"I'm positive," Jenny answered firmly, taking another inhale of smoke and keeping her eyes on Dahlia all of the while. She knew what to watch for, recognized the speedy speech and replied with a slow smile, leaning over to crush out nearly half a cigarette on the nightstand as the brunette kicked off her boots. Time to get started, no more smalltalk.
It was a waste of a good smoke, they never tasted the same re-lit, but time was a factor when it came to deal with some clients. It wasn't as if smoking did anything for her beside providing an expensive habit that she couldn't escape, even in death.
She watched the brunette fumbling with her shorts, and couldn't help but smile wider, almost predatory. She didn't bother to help, standing up from the bed instead, only her suddenly missing weight from the mattress being her only indication that she'd moved. She announced nothing. She was definitely starving, and it wasn't as if watching Ginnifer drink a warm glass of blood had helped her with that. She needed to eat, and luckily, Dahlia was one of her favorite dishes.
It was lost on her sightless company, but Jenny's eyes almost matched Dahlia's as she looked her over. Her eyes were dark. The bright blue was almost gone, engulfed near entirely by huge pupils threatening to take over. She was not drugged, simply starving and impatient, and she could already feel her fangs extending. Normally kept sheathed, they were digging into her lower lip slightly as she watched the brunette shimmying out of her clothes. The exposed expanse of Dahlia's unmarred stomach, followed by the scarred skin of her thighs.
Quite a lot of the scarring was her doing, admittedly. Even some of the few still healing.
"Lovely," she told the brunette softly, only reaching out to aid her with the removal of her shorts once Jenny felt she was taking too long, swiftly pulling them the rest of the way off before discarding the garment to the side. She hovered over Dahlia for a moment, observing as if trying to decide what to do or where to start, before she decided all at once. She descended the same as always, without warning. She was only patient enough to let her lips trail up the brunette's leg for a few mere seconds, light kisses to tickle against sensitive skin, before her mouth closed hungrily around the flesh of Dahlia's inner thigh.
It was only a split second before teeth joined the mix, fangs puncturing her client easily, and a satisfied groan escaping the blonde as she drank greedily. The cocaine made her almost tangy, that was the best way Jenny could describe it, and she was savoring the hot flow of familiar blood into her mouth more than a just a little. One hand drifted up to Dahlia's stomach as she drank, raking her perfectly manicured fingernails against the skin it in her excitement.