A whole range of emotions flip across my face: from shock to anger to shame and then finally I settle on something entirely different; coy.

'Conrad, come on... I know this. I made one little mistake.'

You could say I slink, the way I walk. Its some combination of stripper and comfortable girlfriend. Carefully practiced for my universal end; to get what I want. I come very close to Conrad, my face downturned. Pretty with dark hair and eyes, almost pouty.

'Making me starve for a week wont teach me anything... Why dont we...'

If he doesnt flinch back, my fingers creep onto his chest gently. My eyes rise to his, full of promise and innocence.

'...Hunt together for a while? Like old times. Just until I get my swing back, it could be fun...'

2009-10-14 10:46:18 M. Moore rolls 7 dice to Manipulation + Subterfuge [You know you want to.] 8,4,7,4,10, 4,7,8 (5 successes) [Note: Tens re-rolled for Subterfuge specialty: Flirt.]  

--Last edited by Melissa Moore on 2009-10-14 10:59:48 --

There are some that claim that vampires have no need of sex.  Those who make such claims do not understand sex.  Sex is not merely a physical act of penetration.  Sex is something psychological (some, the romantically inclined, would say spiritual as well).  And even if a decades-old vampire no longer needs to physically indulge his libido, there is always that psychological need, perhaps a subconscious almost cellular memory of the physical act and the physical need.

And Melissa, both spoiled childe and consummate manipulator, will hit that psychological nail right on the head.

Conrad's lips twitch up into a ghost of a smile, hesitantly.  He looks down at his childe and puts an arm around her slim waist, lightly placing his hand on her hip.  They both might be brought back to memories of earlier days, before Melissa had been Embraced, when she was the rich socialite and Conrad the charming older patron.

"Perhaps," he says, but the tone of his voice lets Melissa know that she's cracked him.  He'll agree to it.

In a rare, but truly affectionate gesture Ill stand on my toes to kiss Conrad full on the lips. Im warm, not quite alive feeling, but im definitely above room temperature. Hungry as I am I still appear far more flushed than your average lick.

'Let me get dressed then, Im famished...'