“Mnnn… Mnf…” The back alleys where she felt at home and on no day more than this one, even after all this time as a vampire and after all she had eaten thus far Nikki Marcello couldn't help but feel herself shiver as those razor sharp fangs of hers tore at flesh and a once firm form went limp in her arm, and frankly found herself comparing the experience to other delightful events she had been privileged enough to enjoy behind the dustbins and the backs of rune knights, and despite the circumstance she felt that her weakening victim should feel the honour in what she was doing. After all, no matter how drunk she got herself, this was the only way that he and his buddies would cop a feel from a gal like her, right?
“Uffff!” Never one to stand on ceremony but neither the fool she dropped to the ground in the moments after or the cronies before him likely to have that mix of good looks and bad boy charm to turn her head in any manner other than convenience, for a second or two the sanguineous siren continued to carry the marks she had been given in acquiring the little feast she had treated herself to, but not for long.
“Whew…!” Blade wounds seeming to mend and a black eye fading with ease, all she was left with was the remnants of injury on her ensemble as trickles of blood stains and scrapes and scratches scarred her garment, but ultimately that had just become one of the chores of her new existence.
Scumbags like these are like fast food… Never one to be particularly artful about how she did her work and frankly preferring this rough and ready approach over what she had read about in old stories, while her wardrobe took a far worse pounding the pugnacious predator was happy to replace things through her new source of income, and sensed that she would make quite the profit on a half-ruined white tank top as she began stuffing her hands in the pockets of dead men and to collect her options for reimbursement.
Easy to get you hands on, but they go right to my hips, don't they? Guessing that their money was better in her pocket any way than paying for the drinks at the rune knight's ball when these idiots were bagged and tagged by the slow arm of the law, as she pushed a sovereign ring into her all-purpose 'pouch' betwixt her bosom Nikki felt little compunction about fishing through the wallets of dead men, and especially these. After all, they weren't the sort many folk would miss, right?