[ Camille brandishes the knife with a toothy smile nearly as bright as the blade. She seems to have no qualms whatsoever about slicing into someone else's skin. But, as a vampire, and one that's lived long enough to do hundreds of very, very bad things, this doesn't even faze her. What's a little bloodletting between friends? It's not as if this won't heal, in the end.
She pouts if there's resistance and takes a step forward. Her ability to influence through psychic means is still available to her, but she would rather be out of hell than in it. So adding another sin to her long list is not on the menu. ]
Pick a small sin. We'll make this quick and painless.
reach up high;prompt ii [ This is really quite distasteful. While capable of being generous, Camille prefers her gifts to come with strings attached. Something to benefit her, in the end.
So, in the case of this end, she buys a bottle of vodka. The good stuff. She hangs around in the lobby, waiting for someone suitable to come by. Something pretty, man or woman or whatever, something that looks interested in the bottle that she's holding.
She smiles, leaning back against the sofa as she crosses her legs. (While small herself, she favors dresses, and heels, that add inches to her lines.) ]
Care for a drink?
[ And, once they're drunk, maybe they'll be amendable to Camille having a little sip of them and enjoying the buzz as well. ]
follow me down;prompt i [ Camille is almost always interested in a party, if not for herself than for the prospect of seeing mundanes lose themselves. They're cute when they're stupid.
The sad thing is she cannot partake in the drugs herself, but she does pocket a vial of something special to slip into someone's drink later. What with her super human speed and stunning appearance, her silent as the dead moves, it should be easy enough to do. Maybe her target is a bit super human themselves though. Maybe not.
It could be a truth drug, it could be a drug to make them enamored with her. Either way, Camille expects something fun from this.
Later on, you can find her at the poker table. Thankfully, tonight she's wearing a shirt and skirt rather than a dress. She's lost her skirt already, the blouse barely covering her ass as she sits comfortably at the table. Her eyes gleam with enjoyment as she lays her hand down, forcing someone to take their shirt off instead. ]
follow me down;prompt ii [ Camille is not one to please others. Sure, she gives as good as she gets when it comes to sex. But her focus is always, primarily, on herself.
Which is why she fights so hard against the intoxicating fog trying to take over her brain. She doesn't know how she got like this, if she drank from the wrong person, but her knees feel physically weak and there's something taking over her that she cannot describe.
She bites at her lips, choking back a whimper as she leans against the wall. She turns so her back is against it, holding her up, but as someone approaches, she starts to give in. ]
Please.
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Shall we begin?
[ Camille brandishes the knife with a toothy smile nearly as bright as the blade. She seems to have no qualms whatsoever about slicing into someone else's skin. But, as a vampire, and one that's lived long enough to do hundreds of very, very bad things, this doesn't even faze her. What's a little bloodletting between friends? It's not as if this won't heal, in the end.
She pouts if there's resistance and takes a step forward. Her ability to influence through psychic means is still available to her, but she would rather be out of hell than in it. So adding another sin to her long list is not on the menu. ]
Pick a small sin. We'll make this quick and painless.
reach up high; prompt ii
[ This is really quite distasteful. While capable of being generous, Camille prefers her gifts to come with strings attached. Something to benefit her, in the end.
So, in the case of this end, she buys a bottle of vodka. The good stuff. She hangs around in the lobby, waiting for someone suitable to come by. Something pretty, man or woman or whatever, something that looks interested in the bottle that she's holding.
She smiles, leaning back against the sofa as she crosses her legs. (While small herself, she favors dresses, and heels, that add inches to her lines.) ]
Care for a drink?
[ And, once they're drunk, maybe they'll be amendable to Camille having a little sip of them and enjoying the buzz as well. ]
follow me down; prompt i
[ Camille is almost always interested in a party, if not for herself than for the prospect of seeing mundanes lose themselves. They're cute when they're stupid.
The sad thing is she cannot partake in the drugs herself, but she does pocket a vial of something special to slip into someone's drink later. What with her super human speed and stunning appearance, her silent as the dead moves, it should be easy enough to do. Maybe her target is a bit super human themselves though. Maybe not.
It could be a truth drug, it could be a drug to make them enamored with her. Either way, Camille expects something fun from this.
Later on, you can find her at the poker table. Thankfully, tonight she's wearing a shirt and skirt rather than a dress. She's lost her skirt already, the blouse barely covering her ass as she sits comfortably at the table. Her eyes gleam with enjoyment as she lays her hand down, forcing someone to take their shirt off instead. ]
follow me down; prompt ii
[ Camille is not one to please others. Sure, she gives as good as she gets when it comes to sex. But her focus is always, primarily, on herself.
Which is why she fights so hard against the intoxicating fog trying to take over her brain. She doesn't know how she got like this, if she drank from the wrong person, but her knees feel physically weak and there's something taking over her that she cannot describe.
She bites at her lips, choking back a whimper as she leans against the wall. She turns so her back is against it, holding her up, but as someone approaches, she starts to give in. ]
Please.
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