They smile again, in equal parts at their light laugh and at their reassurances. Finley could have sworn the smirk she threw in at the end was more than a little suggestive, but they knew that there was a good chance this was simply wishful thinking on their part.
âExcellent. Of course, I would never want to operate on you. Somehow, I figure that youâd manage to pay me back in kind. You seem like the reciprocal type.â They werenât turned on right now, they werenât turned on right now, they werenât turned on right nowâŠ
Finally. They reached the building that held their new work space. Halfway between the cells and the gardens, in an innocuous little cabin. Finley smiled as they undid the charm binding the doors shut. They stepped forward, opening the door for her. âWelcome to my new lab.â
For all her efforts to keep at bay ANY thought of the witchâs blood; how it would taste, her mind still wanders. Thereâs something ticking in the back of her mind, and it makes her jaw sharpen just a fraction. She finds herself thinking that it is a good thing sheâs already fed today, not that thatâs stopped her before. It isnât helping that she can practically hear their heart RACING. âOh, most definitely.â She jokes about it now, but thereâs an underlying tone that says she means it.Â
Her interest is taken by the cabin. It doesnât look like a lab from the outside. In fact, to her, it is somewhat quaint. The irony of it is that its interior is a stark contrast to its exterior, and she likens it to their companion a little. Even likens it to herself. Isabelle smiles and nods her thanks as Finley holds open the door for her, and the way she walks as she passes the witch brings  attention to her ass. Sheâs proud of her ass, really. Itâs partly why she wears such fitting dresses. They clung to her curves. The lab smells as a laboratory is supposed to smell â of old plastic and chlorine, but also of BLOOD. The area is immaculate, yet she catches traces of what was. Fascination brightens her eyes, and she begins to walk ( very gradually ) about the area, her fingers dancing over a few things: equipment, trays, beakers, a metal slab, but most things are still in boxes. Sheâs clearly thinking about what must go on in here, and stops before the human sized slat to press her palm to it. âIs this where you do it? Or is there another room?â She asks, not glancing up as she snakes her hand across the cold metal.Â
ââItâs very impressive.â She says, aware of how her nipples strain against the front of her dress. âI almost wish you had a slave here right nowââ
Finley tries and fails to not look at the older womanâs ass. They canât say theyâre disappointed. Maybe a little, but in themself for being so obvious about it. They shake it off quickly at Isabelleâs compliments to their lab. They beam at her, smiling large and genuine.
âIt was a hassle getting it all here and building the cabin to specifications, but it had to look appealing on the outside as well.â They looked around the sterile room, already proud of all they had accomplished. When Isabelle brought her hands to the operating table, they approached, smiling. To any normal person, this would be something horrifying to be so cheery about But Isabelle understood. âOh yes! This is the only table I have currently, because shipping them over is a pain when only humans make them and-â
They didnât notice her nipples were hard, they didnât notice, they didnât- shit. Theirs were too, now. They wished they had the sense to put on a bra this morning. Hindsight was 20/20.
Their cleared their throat before continuing, blinking against their massively dilated pupils. âBut for now, yes. I have more coming and there is a basement annex as well that still needs to be furnished...â They leaned against the table slightly, looking up at the vampire. âHonestly, same.â
They gulped slightly as visions of the vampire fucking her over an open chest cavity assaulted her brain. That was a little fucked up, even for them, but Finley couldnât help but think about how much Isabelle would love it.
