[She laughs, delighted, at the sudden drape of cloth over her shoulders, and reaches back to one-handed try to flip up the collar so that it sits raised around the back of her head, more in the style of a cloak than of a coat.]
Ooooo, Trevor Belmont, I'll suck you dry before you can whip me.
[She stops short, brow furrowing, as her face assumes a quizzical expression.]
...That really does sound like one of those terrible novels, doesn't it?
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[She laughs, delighted, at the sudden drape of cloth over her shoulders, and reaches back to one-handed try to flip up the collar so that it sits raised around the back of her head, more in the style of a cloak than of a coat.]
Ooooo, Trevor Belmont, I'll suck you dry before you can whip me.
[She stops short, brow furrowing, as her face assumes a quizzical expression.]
...That really does sound like one of those terrible novels, doesn't it?