Blood, Sex, and Rock-n-Roll
Ketti: Lyke, zomigawd! An update! Can you believe that? I CAN'T! It's short, oh well. It's something. Be happy. :P
"You look good enough to eat, Teggie." Seras cooed as she draped herself across the sitting woman's shoulders, pressing her breasts obscenely into the older blonde's back and wiggling. The pianist curled her lip in a sneer of disgust as she stared into the mirror, carefully applying the mascara to her right eye, the left done already. "Save that for your Master you little tramp, and what did I tell you about calling me that ridiculous nickname?" The Hellsing demanded, elbowing the corset clad Draculina in the gut without mercy. Seras pouted prettily at her in the mirror, and their blue eyes locked in the reflection. Seras moaned lewdly and turned her head to run her tongue along the shell of the leather clad female's ear, "But I like playing with you, Teggie." Seras whispered, blowing a puff of cold air on the moist skin. Integra shivered, and rammed her elbow back even harder. Seras whined pitifully and turned in a huff, still half naked, to grab her favorite blue corset. "Lace me up, Teggie?" She cooed in a sing song voice, fluttering her lashes coquettishly as she peered over her shoulder.
"Lord knows why I ever agreed to dress like this…" The human grumbled to herself as she stood from her seat amidst the creaking and resettling of her black leather bodysuit, the decorative straps wrapping around her arms, legs, and waist to enunciate her tall and slender frame. Her hair was pulled up into one long waterfall of a ponytail at the top of her head and her glasses were replaced with the special slit pupiled contacts she wore on stage, her naturally tanned skin painted porcelain white with make up, though she adamantly refused to wear lipstick. All in all, she looked fucking hot, and Seras wanted to sink her fangs into the pretty thing that kept them in line and acted as their manager once every blue moon. Seras wiggled her hips in a come hither gesture as she turned her back and pulled the corset tight to her front so that an overly generous potion of breast lay exposed for the world to see. "And heaven help me, he's got you dressed as his little sex bitch in front of an audience." Integra snorted as she grasped the ends together and zipped up the back before starting on the decorative laces that Alucard demanded hide the fact that his little Seras wore a modern corset rather than the bone and stay monstrosity he dragged out of ancient storage and threatened the girl with.
"But of course, I can't have a fledgling without sex appeal." Said vampire cooed as he melted through the wall and tugged his now fully clothed childe to his chest, where he draped his leather cape around her like a second skin. He only wore that for the introductory song, and always tore it off dramatically, because, as everyone knows, drama and rock and roll go hand in dick rubbing hand together.
"Quite." Walter interjected with a roll of his eyes as he stood beside Integra in the dressing room, their outfits obscenely similar. They were the background members, after all, and blended into the stage so that their lead who-…singers could stand out in all their scantily clad glory. Because, of course, Alucard was most definitely not wearing a shirt under that cape.
Seras cooed appreciatively as she was crushed to said naked chest of god like masculinity, and she nuzzled her cheek along his collarbone. "Master, my Master, you're such a pretty thing." Her fingers trailed along his skin, and one hand travelled lower, and lower…
Integra spat in disgust and dragged Walter by the arm to the door to get things ready. She already had to watch them on stage, watching them behind the scenes was more than she could take in a single night.
Well, whaddya know, it's showtime!