Christine lapped up the blood as it came from her victim's shoulder. She enjoyed the flavor of not only the blood, but the salty sweat on the victim's skin. She moaned in pleasure, not from the taste, but because having a meal wasn't the only thing her victim was giving to her. She licked her lips, and looked her victim in the eyes.
"I hope you're not having trouble down there," she said.
Her victim chuckled. "It's not the first time I've done it one-handed."
Christina smiled with pleasure. "You've got magical fingers." She then gave her victim a kiss on the lips.
"I'm not a witch, but I'm a very good seamstress," the victim said, after the kiss.
"I'm just glad you have no problems accommodating a fellow woman's sexual needs," said Christina. "Some people are not so understanding."
The seamstress chuckled. "Sex is my business. If I couldn't have an open mind about the job, I wouldn't make any money."
"And I wager that you make plenty of money." Christina resumed lapping up the woman's blood.
"Enough to pay taxes," the seamstress said. "Speaking of paying-"
"Don't forget the discount," said Christina.
"I wouldn't forget that sort of thing," the seamstress said. "But next time, the price might be higher; there's been a lot of talk about how taxes are going to go up."
"There is some truth to that," said Christine. "But, as the Commander has told me, the tax increase is to help build the road, and make sure that it stays in good shape, so that the traders will have an easier time getting here, along with their goods, which will lead to more money for everyone, to say nothing about all of those lonely travelers who need a companion for the night."
"I can see where that would be useful," said the seamstress. "Another ten people a night, and the Head Mistress is planning to get some more affluent beds for our wealthier clientele."
"Even they get lonely," said Christine, as she lapped the shoulder, again.
A while later, Christine bandaged the woman's shoulder with some light gauze. "It should heal, within a few days."
"I hope so," said the seamstress. "Most people are turned off by the sight of a bandage."
"I like the system the Tyrant has set up for folks like me," said Christine. "Things are far more convenient than what they could be."
"I don't blame you," the seamstress said. "Half a cup here, half a cup there, and another eight half cups, and you've gotten your dietary requirements. Then, in another six months, you can feed off of the same ones."
"So long as you don't let someone else feed off of you," said Christine. "Although, you'd probably be safe to feed off of within two months, but one doesn't want to antagonize the Monster Slayers Guild too much, and no one wants to piss off the Commander."
"Now there's someone I wouldn't mind getting licked by," the seamstress said. "I wonder how long his tongue is when he's in his wolf form."
Christina chuckled. She then gave the woman a kiss, as she slipped a coin on the stand next to the bed. "Until later."
She walked over to the open window, and within the blink of an eye, changed from a lovely woman, into a furry bat with leathery wings. She then flew out the window.
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