[That's a good look for Trevor, she decides. A good one for Alucard, too, and — hmm. Maybe there's something to this little vampire queen act, after all.
When she moves, it's languidly, as though she has all the time in the world; she releases Trevor's chin first before easing her foot off of Alucard, and when she backs up it's only far enough to take hold of one of the armchairs and turn it so that it presents a front-row seat to anything that goes on in front of the fireplace.
Every good queen needs her throne, after all, and she retrieves her mug of wine before settling down into the armchair, openly lounging with the drink in one hand while she motions at Trevor with the other.]
See if you can't warm him up to the idea of being ours, my dark minion.
[That one is carefully worded, deliberately avoiding anything resembling an imperative. The one that follows, on the other hand, is intentionally just the opposite.]
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[That's a good look for Trevor, she decides. A good one for Alucard, too, and — hmm. Maybe there's something to this little vampire queen act, after all.
When she moves, it's languidly, as though she has all the time in the world; she releases Trevor's chin first before easing her foot off of Alucard, and when she backs up it's only far enough to take hold of one of the armchairs and turn it so that it presents a front-row seat to anything that goes on in front of the fireplace.
Every good queen needs her throne, after all, and she retrieves her mug of wine before settling down into the armchair, openly lounging with the drink in one hand while she motions at Trevor with the other.]
See if you can't warm him up to the idea of being ours, my dark minion.
[That one is carefully worded, deliberately avoiding anything resembling an imperative. The one that follows, on the other hand, is intentionally just the opposite.]
Make him whine for me, Trevor.