[That sound was near deafening in the small space and only a quick arm up to cover her eyes saved her from the tiniest slivers as she spun to investigate. And then she smelled it. Rich, coarse, thick blood dripping down the hand in a slow trickle. Her stomach squeezed sharply, reminding Diva it had been a little while since she had tasted that blood even though she was hardly hungry with Conrad taking care of her... needs.]
[Stepping forward, Diva carefully reached out a hand out to Ashton's, eyes watching, counting the drops, calculating... If she kissed it, would it make it feel better?]