"Whatever, why am I even wasting my time with a slut like you..." Delina finally said, her voice smooth but sharp, slicing through the thick heat of the hellish air. Without even glancing at the expression of the other woman in front of her, she turned her head slowly, seductively back toward Razeal.
Her smirk returned, confident, inviting, dangerous. The flickering crimson light of the sky reflected across her perfect, white skin, highlighting her curves in a way that felt almost deliberate like even the light itself obeyed her will.
"Human," she said, her tone dipping into a low, honeyed whisper that vibrated through the air, "you choose... which of us you want to taste you first." Her smile widened, fangs flashing. "Take you on a ride of eternal pleasure. Come with me..."
