[It was tangy, sweet. Better then anyone's blood she's had since arriving because it was mixed with hers, served only her, lived for her. She could hardly get enough.]
[It had been too long since her last proper meal.]
[Clutching at Conrad's shoulders, she arched her back slightly, changing the angle of her neck, letting her teeth sink in a little further. Just a few drops more, a few mL or a hundred. She wasn't yet satisfied and she doubted she ever would be. A prize worth waiting for indeed... Lips curling up into a smile against Conrad's skin, Diva continued drinking. Would he stop her, or would he let her drink him dry?]