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Leon chuckled. "I think a jacuzzi bath sounds wonderful." He whispered over her ear. "After all, I'm sure you'll like what I can show you with those jets..." He chuckled, returning every kiss. "And besides, as long as I'm with you, it really doesn't matter.."

Leon chuckled, slipping into the water with her. "My pleasure..." He slid around behind her, kissing along her neck and shoulders as his hands slid over her skin, guding her back before moving her around to let the stream of water massage over her more intimate areas, his hands still flowing over her. "And yours..."

"Beautiful eyes are one of my weaknesses, as well.." Her expressions were transfixed with awe for a moment as her mind drifted off to the absolutely gorgeous woman that she submerged her fangs into prior to coming here. "I tend to spend longer romancing them than I devote to draining them of their sinfully sweet nectar." A light shudder enveloped her body as she thought back on how much the woman squirmed under her pawing caress. "And if it is not their eyes that bewitch me, it is the poise of their lips.." Esmeralda was close to purring before she snapped back to the present. Hunger was beginning to relish her thoughts, as she was still quite young on the grand scheme of immortality and was still learning to control her urges and desires.

As the haze lifted, she was forced into an awkward chuckle. .."But, yes, I mean no.. I wouldn't treat you like a barbie doll per say,.. I'd treat you like the beautiful being that you are. Nothing more, nothing less. Clothing is simply the trimming, you Sir, are the base. You might feel like a glamorous figurine by the time that I were done.." She grinned, "however no where near as close to plastic as you might think." Her blue eyes twinkled behind the dark tint of her shades as she smiled at him.

"To properly make you over, I need to know more about you. What interests you? What inspires you?.. Clothing is merely an accent, so please tell me more about yourself, Gregory."

It was doubtful that Esmeralda even knew the exact answer that she was looking for. She would stare at him, like an artist peering a blank canvas, unsure of what color of paint to choose and the proper medium. ..She was merely waiting for something jump out at her and to give her an inspiration. Each restriction that he placed upon her caused her to contemplate just how she could get around it. "You might actually enjoy a manicure," She came right out and said it with a light-heartening chuckle. .."And even if you didn't, I'm more than certain ...your partner would." Despite the truthfulness of her statement, she was doing her best to fish information out of him. He was muddled in mystery which quirked her curiosity. Surely every locked box had a key, and she was determined enough to find his.

"I also enjoy classical music." She loved many various types of music, but nothing settled the beast within quite like the sounds of classical melodies. As her words dripped from her tongue, her body began to restlessly stir to find a more comfortable position. Each movement, regardless to how subtle, seemed to permeate a feral grace-- a gift from her Master. She slid her glasses past her nose and placed them upon the night stand. Albeit her best physical feature, she generally kept her eyes hidden. Now though, as her head perched upon the headboard, she allowed her glistening blue gems to be revealed to him. A favor not allotted to many on such first encounters, but she felt quite natural around him.

"If you could be doing anything right now.. anything at all.. Aside from humoring lil' ole me with such delightful conversation.. what would you do?" She would also come to ask him of his favorite colors, but would save that for when she would accompany him at the boutique. Some questions would be best saved for a more hands on approach.

Leon chuckled, moving to drape his chest over her. "Well, then I guess that leave you completely at my mercy, doesn't it?" He moved to gather her in his arms, lifting her easily and holding her against his chest. "How did you like my tricks?" He asked, walking towards the bed and laying her out across it after brushing away the small bits of debris.

Leon chuckled. "Perhaps I could check for you..." He saw her hand shoot up to her mouth, and cocked his head, listening for a moment. "Hmm...he smells like you, and she smells..." He chuckled. "More than a little horny." He looked down at her. "Seems we're not the only ones having fun."

Leon smiled. "Most of the time..." He trailed his fingers over her bare shoulder. "I've been very...lonely for the past half a century..." He leaned up to whisper. "And I know she's horny. She smells just like you do when you start to get horny..." He chuckled. "Kind of like now.." He winked. "Is that the only thing you think about?"

"$23,500." Leon answered, moving to retrieve his pants and pull them over his long legs, but leaving the button undone. "Plus seven years bad luck for breaking the mirror." He retrieved his shirt, buttoning a few of the buttons but leaving his coat where it was. After all, it was his room. "And please, give me a little credit. I came here for more than just sex." He moved to her, gently trailing a whisp of loose hair behind her ear. "I came here for you. Let me come with you, sit with you, talk with you." He smiled. "We've got a lot more catching up to do."