Entrancing predatory eyes swept the slayer's physique so deliciously on display. Nimble fingers prepared her tools without a glance that she might commit each curve swell to extremely detailed memory. Antiseptic was dabbed carefully onto gauze before the doctor reached for the wounded hand. Raising the delicous slice of red to hungry eyes gauze lightly brushed over it cleaning the air intently as she replied under her breath, "You may call me Karen if ya like."
That challenging gaze rose to hold dark eyes with wicked delight. "Karen tha Red if yer particularly goot," the temptress purred. Just then steely eyes turned sharp and cold as rubber gloves squeezed down on the wound forcing more blood from it, fresh blood, clean blood. Retrieving a tongue depressor the dominant beauty carefully gathered it on the tip before meeting the slayer's eyes once more. "Open." The one word command would brook no argument. Once obeyed the coppery treat was slipped over Kel's tongue slowly, a delicious, slow motion gasp of erotic discovery on the normally calm doctor's face. Two fingers pressed the ruffian's jaw up to hold the treat in place. "Good girl," the sadist purred at the delicious response within and without. Going from calm to shock peroxide was quickly retrieved and poured over the wound continuously for Karen's personal pleasure and amusement.