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And of course, those white teeth sinking into that red lip spur her to capture those lips with her own, even as the blades in her hands trail teasigly down the blonde's arms.

"So, princess," she says, voice light and conversational even as those featherlight points of blood-warm steel dance across the vulnerable points where blood passes so close the surface that it's very flow is visible, "do you have a name?"