MISS SOLA GAVE ME FANGS. REAL, WORKING FANGS.
okay I can't drink blood sadly but I can inject Class-Ms, whatever those are. I wonder how it feels if I bite myself. [monch]
Petal, I said Class-N—
[loud, overstimulated moaning, interrupted by occasional gasps]
... Sweet little bat. I was going to have you make those noises later. [sigh] I guess you'll have to wait.











