The soft sucklebod lips pulling against skin fills the surrounding area as Mizu feeds on you. Fangs buried in all the way to those pretty pink gums, soft tongue rolling against your flesh to lap up the sickeningly sweet red nectar that dares to try and escape.

It’s often that she comes to the brothel for your services. Services that only you can provide for her, no one else.

Services that she’s come to crave outside of business and health matters.

Your had cradles the back of her head almost lovingly, pushing her in deeper as you tip your own back. Allowing her a larger expanse of soft flesh to play with, a low sound of amusement rumbling in her throat—

Maybe she’s letting herself get too into this.