Risky Bussiness (Leila)

A new night for Leila, this time in a comfortable bed covered with silk and dress up in her old lingery. She started to make up in the middle of a terrible nightmare, just like the nights before that, the undestructible image of his father, once again haunted his dreams with terrible rapes and abuse.

Willpower
Leila carried out 8 launched of one (Roll.) :

1 , 5 , 2 , 2 , 9 , 8 , 7 , 2

She'd waken to yet another nightmare, vile thoughts of her father manipulating and abusing her. Leila sat up and pounded an angry fist on the bed. She got out of the bed with mixed emotions, frustrated with the constant reminders of her past life with her father all the while grateful to be in the presence of the sort of luxury she was used to. She could see it now, how he thought money would buy her happiness. She desired nothing less than what she was used to. Waking up in that small dark room left an impression on her, one that her father would surely be happy she had succumbed to.

Eventually Leila made it out of the room adorning one of her own bright red silk robes and headed out of the room looking for the girls.

"Evening!"

Leila smiled wide as Samuel was bombarded at the door. A twinge of something went through her, perhaps best described as jealousy. She leaned up against a wall in the elaborate living area. She said nothing else and simply watched the scene. The interaction felt as pure and perfect as it should have been for her. She was a princess and her father had never really treated her like one.

Samuel finally managed to stand up.
"Do you have everything ready?"

"YEEEEEESSSSSS!!!" they yelled like crazy.

Samuel made an angry face and both girls straight up and with their heads low they said.
"Sorry Samuel."

"We are ready then.

Leila are you ready to go out now?"

"Not quite, I'm sorry, I forgot it was such a monumental day, if you just give me a moment. I only need a few."

Leila scurried back to the room and put on something casual, she hurried back to the living room.

"Terribly sorry to keep you girls waiting. I'm ready now."

Spoiler:

Leila peered out of the window with curiosity when they arrived at the club.

"Any idea what is going on over there? Is it the buyers?"

Samuel smiled and went out carrying both briefcase.
"Girls stay here. Leila come with me"

He went directly to Tantra smiling and saluting from the distance.
samuel> "Hello Sister, how are you?"
tantra''> "Good. I'm sure you remember Mr. Stain" says Tantra pointing the big fellow.
samuel> "Indeed. Good evening gentleman" and both replied gently.
stain >> "We have what we agreed for sir. Do you have the money?"

Samuel looked at Tantra and she nodded implying that everything was ok indeed.
samuel> "Yes, I do. 2 million american dollars as we agreed." says giving both briefcase to the little man.
Stain >> "Ok boy, go count it. I'll wait here."
Little >> "Yes boss"

Then the big as a mountain big named Stain looked at Leila, and said with a deep voice and a serial killer attitute.
"And who is this little flower?"

Leila hurried along the sound of her black heeled boots echoed in the alley otherwise the only sound that came from her as she was spectator to the exchange. She hadn't expected to have any part of this, she didn't after all agree with it, so when the large man spoke about her she nearly jumped in her skin. She briefly looked to him then Tantra and Samuel making sure they meant he was talking to her.

"Oh! I am sorry to have been rude in not introducing myself. I am Leila. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Stain."

Her smile could cower armies of helpless men, but it wasn't her genuine smile. It was the one she used for show to the public. A beautiful smile indeed but a plastic one.

Leila looked between them all again a look of apology especially for Tantra. She smiled and stood there patiently awaiting the return of the other man. Not entirely sure what part she was to play in all of this.

Leila followed looking at each of the armed men with vivid reminders of some of the militia in Africa. She hopped unto the trucks deck with ease. The darkness was almost terrifying. But seeing Samuels eyes she quickly followed suit her eyes blazing blue in them darkness, illuminating the shadows with shades of red.

Once Leila rouse her head after climbing into the truck she could see at least 20 people with their head covered with blinding hoods, all adults of diferent races, in chains and all dressed with robes, nothing more than that. She heard moans and crying among them.

Samuel was at the end of the truck calling for Leila with his hand.

Leila's throat instantly went dry and her innards turned with the pangs of thirst. She'd been right. It was tantras slaves. Her mind was racing in conflict her hunger versus the condemnation I these people. How was it even possible that there were actual slaves in the 21st century. All manners nearly left her while she contemplated leaving. But the beasts desires were stronger than her disgust and she pressed onward to samuels beckon.

Leila thought about what he was offering, drinking from his delicious vitae and having a bond with him. He was a good man and she genuinely liked him but from now on... that part frightened her. Her beast didn't care it wanted its fill of blood.

"Thank you for the offer Samuel but.. No I can do... I - I am tired of only being marginally satisfied."

She moved down next to one of the slaves, if she could still weep she would have in that moment.

"I'm so sorry..."

She said to the person in front of her. She pulled back the hood, to see the man or woman underneath and to have better access to the neck, near the larger artery.

Conscious
Leila carried out 3 launched of one (Roll.) :

7 , 6 , 7

Dwelling in depravation Leila left her moral restrain behind, letting her inner self, her beast, her new nature to satiate from the blood of others. Still she didn't wanted to go far into it, her plan was to drink a bit from each, to satiate from several and lick the wounds, that would cause the least damage.

She bites the first of her victims, a moan of pleasure was released by him, enjoyning the kiss of the vampire. Leila felt the flow of the delicious blood into her mouth, the beating heart, the live again into her. It was so great to be alive, to have warmness inside and feel! just feel!

Leila didn't want to spoil Tantra's trade. She'd had to stop, she'd needed to keep her sire happy. She forced herself to stop before she reached his threshold of death. As well as the next, and the next.

Spoiler:

Leila drank from each person, the consciousness of her convictions hit her the hardest when she took the first delectable drink. She savored the warmth inside of her, the feelings of life flooding into her. Something inside of her changed in that instant that she gave over to her beasts desires. She licked the wound closed and her conscious went quiet, feeling a little less connected than before. She moved on to the next person finding it easier the next time, her inner self only screamed at her to feed. The beast clamored for more yet she managed to stop herself before the second threshold, careful to lick closed the wound.

Leila had said nothing to her latest victim, no apology, no words of thanks. Her mission was still raging inside of her FEED! Her teeth sank into the third person with ease grateful for the feeling of control she began to regain with each gulp. The thirst calming, the beast quelled she was beginning to finally feel satisfied, licking his punctures as well. Two more victims, two more clean entry's and exits, no one's life had been lost at her hands tonight at least that she knew about. She rose to stand straight up finally feeling placated and fully satiated. Her bright blue eyes went back to the end of the truck and she nodded to him indicating she had finished. The monster inside of her was further away than ever a feeling she wished to maintain.