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' i'll take note of that next time i come . i am a big fan of your leniency to commit a sin in a church . it feels... liberating . ' the little mouse guided fexa on over to the pews . ' would ya sit down for me , doll ? '

she pulls away , licking the oil off her fangs , but doesnt stop groping that oversized tit . ' sorry . there a no touch policy ? i wasnt informed . '

' .. you're a doll , fexa . ' that mouth opens up , big fangs bared as she sinks them into fexas neck . yep . thats straight oil , and gears and motors ... but it was moreso an excuse to grope one of those tits as she gave fexa a mean bite , and a hickey on top of it .

' .. really ? huh ... all that realistic flesh .. bounces just right . no blood . act like im draining you or not , i still want a bite . '

' aw- you looked good in it ! and , im not nearly as smart as sherlock . i just got good senses . but you're right - ive .. certainly . had my thoughts about you . ... do you bleed ? ive always wondered if you were actually animatronics .. '

' yup ! right on the head ! and you .. look alot like a mascot for a nightclub i always thought about going to . are /you/ a rough woman forced to act like a nun by your superior ? '

' its pretty common vampire mythos that crosses and holy ground are .. downright awful to be standing upon . wonder if that applied to me . guess dhampir aren't that frowned upon , which is pretty nice . '

' .. ah . ssomething like that . moreso t-testing a theory . ... you look beautiful by the way , sister . '