the happiness that lights up sally’s face when the countess re-enters the room is UNDENIABLE, and it’s an excitement that she hasn’t witnessed in decades. having a woman around once more has lifted a weight from her shoulders in more ways than one, thus the kiss pressed to elizabeth’s cheek, as well as sally’s hand at her rear, will only encourage her to continue to give the other all she desires. ❛ i happen to think queen fits you quite perfectly. might even have everyone else here refer to you as such. ❜ words are spoken coolly, the dope now in the former junkie’s hands as it’s prepared for them both by her. ❛ be my guest, beautiful. ❜ elizabeth follows after the other, grabbing the bottle of liquor that sits on the table in front of the stairs leading to their bedroom so that they may drink of it as they PLAY.
Although heroin was her thing ( flawless needlework and blood being drawn out of holes through her swollen veins ) Sally did know her way around cocaine and vowed to make the Countess proud of choosing her. Not anyone else — not the male junkie’s moldering corpse downstairs… her. She poured it on a silver plate - the promising scent of a night of abuse flying right through her nostrils - and proceeded to do the cutting with a single nail. As she worked on getting them all set up, Sally spared a prying glance over her shoulder then smirked at Elizabeth’s choice of fine drink. “No blood, I see… let’s not be clichés, why should we?” Hungry for some more intimate contact, she picked up her work and followed after the vampire like a cat in desperate need of affection — body squirming lightly to try and get rid of the uncomfortable itchiness this blasted dress filled her with. “You do the honors, my lady… and thank you for not letting me go into detox like some wannabe junkie.” She offered it to Elizabeth, eyes gleaming with desire to touch and be touched.