Rhian is in the shower, seated on the floor. Her stomach growls. It’s been at least a day since she fed.

When @SansBlackhearts walks into the bathroom, Rhian smiles. “Care to join me, my love?”

While getting ready for the party for R’s and Becka Sheridan’s 36th birthday and Becky Sheridan’s 6th birthday, Rhian is interrupted while naked by @SansBlackhearts. The Welshpire knows this is not a coincidence, and that arouses her.

“Vixen,” she purrs, “Have you come for the soirée?”

Wheeling up to @SansBlackhearts, Rhian peers up at the much taller woman.

“I wondered when I would see you again. I’m not as I was when we were together. But I’m still me.”

Rhian is bored. Ever since the hospital forced her to go on paid leave to “deal with her recent physical change”, she hasn’t known what to do with herself.

The Welshwoman had called on the services of an escort from the States, one Caitlin Caswell, but even meaningless sex had become, well, meaningless.

While lying naked on her living room floor, the blood-tipsy vampire’s phone rings. Dragging herself over to the device, the legless lady answers.

“Hello?”

@BlueDeathCheatr

It’s raining heavily in London as Rhian heads out to meet @assistingadler_ for lunch. There’s a new, shall we say, vintage out that this restaurant keeps in good supply. Also, they have the best food this side of the Thames, in the opinions of many who eat food.

Even when dressed down, the vampire is as stylish as ever. She finds dear Kate at the back of the dining area.

“My dearest,” she purrs. “I’m so glad to see you.”

Rhian has had certain very hard to find ingredients shipped to @satanbymyside’s lab. Perhaps they will aid him in his quest for a neutralizing serum.

With the package is a handwritten note:

𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂,

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻—𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵—𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓦𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮?

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂,
𝓡𝓱𝓲𝓪𝓷