Jashin
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2009
“A harem of topless, vampiric, flight attendants.” Daniel mutters to himself as the vampires begin to feed on themselves, blood and champagne and sweat and other juices flowing freely around him. He was once again reminded of the goddesses and their priestess of old, and how their orgies could just as quickly turn deadly for those who could not keep up with their hectic eroticism and wild sexual power. He was sure he was one of the few mortals alive to witness such a thing, and it left him thirsty for more.
This almost surreal debauchery was brought to a close, however, when the plane touches down. Daniel quickly slips back into his shirt and suit jacket, both of which were now covered with champagne but had somehow miraculously avoided getting any blood on them. Just as well as such a thing might be hard to explain to your average Frenchman. Daniel follows Alisa into the back seat of the Bentley. “Who were those women…those vampires, back on the plane?” he asks as the car takes off for its destination. He was assuming she had a manor in Pairs as well, at this point nothing would really surprise him coming from Alisa.
This almost surreal debauchery was brought to a close, however, when the plane touches down. Daniel quickly slips back into his shirt and suit jacket, both of which were now covered with champagne but had somehow miraculously avoided getting any blood on them. Just as well as such a thing might be hard to explain to your average Frenchman. Daniel follows Alisa into the back seat of the Bentley. “Who were those women…those vampires, back on the plane?” he asks as the car takes off for its destination. He was assuming she had a manor in Pairs as well, at this point nothing would really surprise him coming from Alisa.