Sitting elegantly beside her, the burly vampire reached over to pat the dramatic woman’s dainty, sexy knee. “There, there. She probably just ran away again.”
Pause.
“Should we check the supermarket store again? I think she had a thing for that skinny little Ken fellow.”
Huffing exasperatedly, the female vampire plops back onto the chaise lounge, her limbs sprawling out in all directions.
“I cannot find my darling dolly. I’ve looked /everywhere/. She’s gone.”
Ruby painted lips curl downwards into a pout.
Ah, the voice of his angel singing a lovely song~
“Something the matter, darling? You never do house chores. That’s what we have Gizmo for…”
C o n c e r n e d husband.
She’s humming:
🎶 stroke, stroke, stroke your cock, hurry make it creeeeam 🎶
Whilst tidying up the fancy room a bit. Looking for 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
“Where the fuck did I put my dolly?”
@NadjaTheWicked@MsFrancineFine “Actually, dinner showed up all on her own and even brought you some-eh-cosmetic gifts or some such nonsense,” he replied. “Lucky night, I suppose!”
@MsFrancineFine The vampire just stood there a moment, processing what the woman had just said. Realising she had no idea what 𝘩𝘦 meant, he just went along with it.
“Quite right…Anyway, I’ll have another way of putting a little colour in my cheeks~” Again with the fangy smile.
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