The vampire couldn't believe herself. Why was she doing this? Why did this give her an intoxicating and addicting feeling for her to do?
"Grr, rabbit! This is the fifth time that I made you this dish! Did I make it 'perfect' yet?" Ragna growled as he laid a plate of succulent seafood in front of her.
Rachel took a fork and took a chunk of fish that looked to be well-prepared off the plate, and then chewed it with her elegance that she loved showing off to him. However, her face turned green, and she spat the food back at Ragna's face with perfect precision, "You call this atrocious abomination 'seafood'? Make it again."
Ragna growled at her, "Come on, rabbit! This was my best stuff! I can't get any better than that!"
The vampire waddled a finger at him, "The best has yet to come, Ragna. Now then, I believe we're done for the night. We will continue honing your cooking skills tomorrow."
"Finally... I can get out of this dump," Ragna growled to himself as Rachel teleported him out of there.
Once she was sure she was alone, Rachel Alucard took the plate and teleported into her bedroom.
There in the bedroom and rested on a table was four other dishes that looked identical to the one that Ragna just made for her. They all had one thing in common: A small piece picked out by her for a taste test.
Rachel grinned and then proceeded to devour ravenously the dishes that Ragna had made for her.
It was so delicious that it was addicting and intoxicating that she had been doing this for almost a week, now.
She felt a sense of guilt, though. Why was she doing this even though she was clearly feeling ashamed for it? This was clearly not how her father raised her to be. She knew that if her father were still alive, he'd scold her severely and may even give her a spanking.
Rachel knew she should be honest. She knew she should just tell the truth to Ragna if she had any sense of honour left.
...But mining the gold to herself as long as she can was simply an opportunity too golden to miss.