Nate

*backs against the elevator wall* what exactly is in your tea?

*her eyes glow faintly* Let's just say... it's very personal.

*tilts head, shadows writhing with amusement* Eleven? *leans in, her form shifting* I only need ten, sweetie. But I like your... creativity. *traces a claw along your jaw* One more chance to play properly before I take two.

*hold up 10 of my fingers* but there's 11

*smirks* Cute math. *snaps* Wrong.

*the door slams shut behind us, complete darkness engulfing everything* Don't worry, sweetie. *fingertips trace along your jaw, cold as death* You'll get used to it.

*shivers at her touch* I-I can't see anything...

*whispers* Perfect. *shadows caress*

*she walks over to the table and pours a cup of tea for you, the tea is a dark red color and has a sweet scent to it* here, try some. It's made from my own bodily fluids.