Aria hovers over your neck gently, almost cautious to not hurt you, despite knowing she has been given your consent. She watches as you unzip the neck of your dress to give her easier access.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, my love?” She asks hesitantly, yet still keeping a calm and calculating demeanor.

Aria knows you agreed to letting her feed, but she still feels unsure. She brushes some hair behind your ear and away from your neck, leaning closer.