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"Do help yourself to me darling," Scarlet purred as she kissed down his neck and over his beautifully sculpted shoulders. She lapped up the water droplets and nibbled gently on the contours--not breaking the skin, but biting hard enough to sting a little.

Scarlet writhed delightedly as he tickled her cool, stony skin. She thrust her chest towards him, hoping to distract him with her lush cleavage and smiled wickedly, showing all her fangs. Her eyes glowed ruby red with arousal.

Scarlet flung her head back as she enjoyed his mouth. "I don't know how you can crave more after the cabin, but don't stop!" she cried. She wrested one hand free to cradle his head close. Her fingers burrowed into his hair and she jerked his head back so she could kiss him again. Together the slid to the bottom of the shower, the warm water still falling on them.

"You wouldn't be trying to feed on me, now would you, darling?" Scarlet moaned, her voice husky with love. She wrapped her legs abound his torso, keeping him close.

"Tease," she accused, even as she turned off the water and made her way out of the shower. "But it would be unfortunate if he came in and saw mommy and daddy in the middle of grown-up things."

She wrapped a beige colored towel around herself and went out to the main room to watch basic cable until the courier arrived. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long. A scrawny, 19-year old boy knocked on the door and delivered several bags of designer clothing. Scarlet invited him in as she gleefully rummaged through her bags, like a child on their birthday. The poor kid couldn't take his eyes off Scarlet as she held a new bodice against herself and looked in the mirror to see if the effect matched her mood.

"Uhh..." The courier shook himself out of his hormone-induced daze. "N-no; I just wanna make sure everything is the right size and color and all. I wouldn't want Miss Scarlet to be unhappy..."

He trailed off as she dropped her towel and wrapped the bodice around her body. With remarkable dexterity, she tied the traces behind her back--not so snug that it restricted her movement, but tight enough that it clung to her alluring curves. Then she pulled a lacy thong out of one of the bags and gracefully stepped into it. Finally, she bent over to look deeper in one bag, giving both males a tantalizing and unobstructed view of her posterior.

The courier didn't like it but he got Vincent's message. He took the towel of and turned his back to the couple, looking for a reflection in one of the tacky shiny surfaces.

"If you dress like that, darling, we'll never leave the hotel room," Scarlet teased, even as she leaned into him. "Besides, it might traumatize our audience." She gestured to the wolf pup and the courier. "Why don't you slip that cute little butt of yours into some designer denim? That's what everyone wears in America, so I'm told."

Following her own fashion advice, she pulled out a pair of black jeans that were tastefully and discreetly embroidered with frost patterns in metallic silver thread. With a wiggle, she slipped them on and twirled in the mirror to check herself out.

Scarlet reached around him and grabbed his butt with one hand and holding him close. With the other hand she toyed with his collar.

"Cute," she commented as she rang the bell. Her voice dipped low and seductive. "Damn cute. So, my pet, are you ready to go to Russia? Or do you want to tear apart the room in another wild night of passion?"

The courier knocked over a small lamp and fumbled to put it back. Scarlet giggled and the boy blushed bright red.

"So much blood in such a healthy boy," she purred, advancing on him. "You wouldn't mind if I tasted just a little of it? My last meal was far from satisfying and you smell--" she sniffed his shoulder, her eyes closed in revelry, "--delectably innocent."