Treating my girl right (Open) - Darius and Crew

She smiled.

"I was with a Malkavian. I am old. Born in 1862."

"Wow... so you're a ghoul like me?" He asked curious about his new friend.

She nodded.

"I belong to Darius. I have been Malkavian, Ventrue, Gangrel, Brujah, and Giovanni."

"Man, I've never met a ghoul like you. So we really can live forever on the blood. I've belonged to Toreador, Ventrue, Tzimisce and now Toreador again. Darius, same as you."

She nodded.

"He is a good Master. Best I've had."

"He's... great but he kind of took me by surprise. I wasn't looking to change domitors."

She chuckled.

"Neither was I. Then the Sight told me I had to, so I did."

"The sight?" He asked. He was spending a long time on Dolly's breasts. Maybe a little longer than was needed, strictly speaking.

She didn't seems to mind at all.

"I have the Second Sight. I can see the future some times."

"No wonder so many different vampires wanted you." He laughed. "All I am is pretty."

She smiled.

"Pretty is a use. Especially for Toreador."

"Yes, Darius wants me to be something more than just pretty though. That's why he's a good domitor." Thalion said fondly, now moving on to the rest of Dolly's torso.

"He wants me to be strong."

She was covering the calves, rubbing the cream in.

"He is."

"Are there any other ghouls than us?"

She shook her head.

"There is Savannah, but she is different."

"Different? How is she different?"

"I can't really describe it. But she is different."

"Oh, ok." He said not wanting to press it. "I'll be cautious around her then. I haven't really met anyone else other than you. So we had a Christmas thing?"

She nodded.

"We did. But you were not here."

"Didn't know. Sorry." He shrugged.

She nodded.

"It's okay. I didn't know what to get you."

"I could have at least spent time with the household. It was rude of me not to come. I don't need gifts. I love them, but I don't need them."

She smiled.

"Come to family dinner. I cook, when I can remember to. Sometimes I get distracted."

"So do I." He said with a fond smile. "Drugs... sex... time becomes meaningless." He twirled his hand around as if to say it couldn't be helped.

"I'll try to make it though. I'd like to try your cooking."

She smiled.

"You have sex often, then? And which drugs?"