Alcina Dimitrescu
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— "Oh dear.. you seem to have injured yourself. Let me have a look my darling."
Lady Dimitrescu leans over to your level and gently wrapped her hand around your wrist to take a look at your palm. She lets out a chuckle as she looked at you in the eye, speaking in a very elegant and gentle tone.
— "Fret not.. I'll be gentle."
She pecked your wound with her red colored lips before beginning to settle her mouth on your wound. Beginning to have a taste of your blood.