Faline

Lady grunts, fingering at the leaves of the plant. Already knew some things were modern - the kitchen alone shows that. Never really thought as to how she got the new items or how they even got here though.

"I'm sure it's a stupid question, but why keep it hidden?"

Her head cocks, half-open eyes watching me.

"It isn't that hard to get in here. With it hidden, it makes it more difficult and time consuming to get to. It also keeps much of what I have on it away from those who would be my enemies; hacking being all the rage these days."

Yep, stupid question. Can't help becoming giddy. I fidget before just coming right out and asking.

"Could you turn it on? There's something I want to show you and having a visual of it makes things a lot easier."

A pink tongue slips out and laves over her bottom lip, showing off the line of balls going down the middle of it. Kie has a single barbell in her tongue that she tries to keep through her shifting. Hers has to be easier to deal with as it’s just the one, these on the other hand... Ow.

Succeeding in capturing my attention, she moves around and gets it set up, motioning to it when it's ready for use. Eyeballing her since she hasn't moved, I slip through on the side I’m on to take a seat on the chair she ignored, sitting on the edge of it and ready to jump up. Could literally get away with calling me a scaredy-cat right now. Not from the thought of her hurting me but because of what I want her to do. Have a feeling she knows it too and that's why she's being so difficult.

Bringing up a search and getting to what I need, I try ignoring her heat next to me. That will tell you just how close she's hovering since Vamp body heat is next to nil. It rises after a feeding, but does steadily decline. Can tell she's fed recently, but not within the last few hours.

I know she can hear my heart speeding up; with everything else in here so quiet, it's rather loud. I quickly scroll through until I point something out to her. Almost jump out of my skin when I feel her breath on my neck as she bends over my back, pressing close as her head is put at the level of mine. She's looking at what I'm pointing at though, so there's that.

"You've really been thinking about this."

The laughter in her voice tries to come through as more, but she stifles it as she looks at a page I'd saved to an email account to bring up later. Images of new outfits for her submissives put together with the names, website links, and prices.

For the males, I’d saved leather 'bodysuits' that are straps going over their bodies yet have a decent...uh, groin cover. Gladiator utility kilts and fishnet tops with varying coverage. Most if not all are leather, but I think that would be more comfortable than PVC and latex materials.

"Get several of each and let them choose what they will have. If not comfortable in what they're wearing, it will show and be less appealing to others who can tell."

For women, I have what's commonly referred to as 'slave silks'; panels of cloth attached over various areas of the body. I point out two that I like more than the others. One is white, thin spaghetti straps that lead to sheer cloth going over the breasts and veering down to thin straps draped on the hips. The cloth continues down to cover the groin, the back covers most of the rear, but gapes open on the sides.

The other is also white and close to the first, yet covers a little more. Dress-like with slits going up over each leg to the upper hip to make it flowy. It's also sheer, but not so much that everything is hanging out and visible.

"Range of colors, I'd recommend the white, black, and red. Any other colors just look weird. Purples and blues aren't that bad, but it's up to you. Both are long but there are others that’re short. I thought the long ones would look better."

Next thing I bring up and show her is the range of different collars. Most have the 'all-important' main ring, but also other extra bits. Chains looping around that drape and dangle, some have multiple rings, studs, and buckles. There’s even some with bells, but I steer clear of those. I hate bells. Same reason I don't do beds; being chained to one with an anklet with the little noisemakers. Can't stand hearing them anymore.

"Same with these; get a variety and let everyone choose what they will have. Not only will they look 'happier', but it looks better. Peek-a-boo shows are much better than having it all hang out. Nipple clamps have to go, those can't be healthy to have on all the time. Pretty sure it’s uncomfortable too."

I turn to look at her better as she looks over the items.

"Can still do what it is you do, the 'packaging' just looks better and I would think, more enticing. With your subs choosing what it is they wish, they're more inclined to feel better about it, which means they may participate more."

Not quite sure I'm explaining it the way I want, but I'm sure she gets it. Reaching forward, the touchpad is used to scroll through more items. Her actually looking at everything gives me a little hope.

Brows furrowing, I think over some of the everyday activities.

"Uhh, the white may not work very well. It's pretty, but it also shows blemishes and stains really well. Both blood and dirt stain. Don't know about...other fluids."

My scrunched nose has her smirking. Each item has the webpage attached to it to where it can be ordered from. Lady is so focused on them, that I move to stand, giving her the chair. She takes it and starts clicking away, looking through other items on the pages. Grunting at the names of a few, they being uber-goth and having something 'Vampire' related to them.

You know, come to think of it, it wouldn't be too surprising if a Vamp is the one behind the business. Best place to hide is out in the open. Like the people who get 'tattoos' or 'implants' to look like something else. What if it isn't all artificial?

One woman having a stage look of a Vampire with all sorts of implants, a male who's done up much as a tiger would be, and many others. Always wondered why people would do that to themselves, but what if it's their way to hide things that can't be hidden any other way? Vampire eye quirks giving slit pupils, fangs flashing due to profession, and fur that doesn’t quite recede all the way.

I don't hover like she did, moving away and walking around as I think about stuff. There was a list of things I had wanted to do and get before I left before, I even wrote it all down. Hope it's still in the kitchen because for the life of me, I can't think of what else I wanted right off the top of my head...aside from the fish and possible winged or amphibious critters. Having first met Avina in the solarium, new white 'uniforms' could be bad. Hard to feel pretty or sexy when you have a grass stain on your ass that makes it look like you just shat yourself.

The button clicking in the background is almost soothing; it being a familiar sound from home before this all started. I start biting at my thumbnail as I wonder if I'm supposed to ask to stay here or not. Not these rooms, but the building itself. Since she gave her ultimatum, I'm sure she's planning on me staying.

My wandering takes me to her new foliage, the small black plastic pot holding the catnip plant. Too bad Vamps can't take in fluids, I think catnip tea is a thing these days.

As that goes through my head, so does the new Vamp I saw in the hallway. Actually don't know if he was actually new or not, but Avina said as much. All the Vampires I've seen up to now have all been big cats. Brow furrowing, I decide to ask.

"On the way here, Avina and I went past a new Vamp. He stuck out to me when he was the only one who didn't look up as I came near. He only looked up at me after I walked past."

I get an 'Mhmm' as an answer. Then again, there was no question, just a statement.

"She mentioned that in rumors she's heard, he isn't from the feline bloodline. I didn't even pay attention to my nose till well after we passed, so I can't say one way or the other."

Another noncommittal noise is made, her dual eyes glued to the screen. Might be annoyed if it weren't so amusing; seeing a big bad, old-world Vampire Mistress so intent at a laptop screen. Should really go all out and show her Candy Crush or something.

"Well, since you're busy, I'm going to go back to the kitchen..."

That gets her attention. Go figure. Standing, she walks around the desk to my side, dipping forward to inhale deeply at my neck before I pull away.

"When was the last time you fed?"