Wendy had a memorable first-time encounter and stayover at the vampire’s house but was too stubborn to divulge this information to the vampire. She wanted to show her gratitude by having one last special moment with the brunette before parting ways.

Wendy indulged herself with a few glasses of Irene’s red wine collection. Her mind hazily remembered something Irene mentioned – something about baths and floating rose petals. Feeling confident and inspired, Wendy grabbed her empty wine glass along with the bottle before heading towards the bathroom. She prepared the bath with lots of foam and a sprinkle of rose petals. Without much thought, Wendy stripped her own clothes off, entering the foamy water.

Wendy giggled playfully while playing with the foam. "Hey, Irene. I know you can hear me. I have a surprise for you in your bathroom but I'm also sharing your surprise."

"If Wendy emptied out my blood bags down the bathroom drain, I swear that she'll be the first person that I'll kill," Irene muttered through gritted teeth.

Irene entered the bathroom within seconds, ready to pounce on Wendy and frighten her in leaving. The vampire didn't expect the steamy room, nor the foamy bath and petals, least of all a half-lidded Wendy relaxing in her bathtub. Now the vampire really wanted to pounce on Wendy but without any deadly intentions.

"Do you like your surprise? I'm sorry that I'm sharing your surprise. I just thought it would be nice to do something together for the last time."

“Is she planning on killing me? In my own home?” Irene’s thoughts ran wild. "Is that supposed to be holy water? I can't believe that you would stoop so low and use your body to lure me to my death. I'm not immune to death - things can actually kill me." Irene felt a pang of hurt and was disappointed in trusting Wendy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think things through. I guess it was the wine that gave me the confidence to do something special with and for you. I'll return to my apartment first thing tomorrow morning." Wendy looked away, staring guiltily at the half-empty wine bottle since it has caused nothing but disappointment for both of them.

Irene’s stern glare softened after hearing the sincerity in Wendy’s voice. “This gesture is actually quite sweet. I feel like my heart may actually beat again.” Irene thought to herself. “But this would feel strange if Wendy sees me as a friend.”

"Before I make my decision, what is your uality?" Irene asked.

"I invited you to join me, didn't I?" I think my uality is already implied and I'm presuming you're also..."

The bathroom light switched off silencing Wendy. She took a big gulp of air trying to prepare herself for whatever would happen. opened to scream but it was futile as no sound came out. Much to her surprise, Irene returned within seconds and placed lit candles around the bathroom.

"Close your mouth, Wendy. I don't want you to blow out the candles." Irene said teasingly.

In her tipsy state, Wendy couldn’t tell whether the vampire was flirting with her or if she was going to be some strange sacrifice for the vampire judging by the numerous candles.

Tipsy Wendy is adorable and listens so well. "Close your eyes, Wendy."

Wendy's eyes fluttered shut and she believed it would be best not to see her life flash before her. Her heart rate increased as she heard the vampire enter the bathtub.

Irene sat on the opposite side of the bathtub, stealing a generous amount of foam near Wendy for herself, and of course, enjoying the view.

"You can open your eyes now." Wendy's eyes remained shut as she only wanted happy memories to remain with her when she dies.

 "I'm glad this isn’t holy water and that I’m alive. Your presumptions about me are correct."

Wendy's eyes sprang open in confusion followed by delight. "I think it's safe to see we both trust each other. Let's play a game. Truth or Drink," Wendy proposed.

"I don't have a drink."

"Yes, you do." Wendy seductively trailed her hand along her neck before gulping the remaining wine and refilling it.

Irene's eyes lit up with glee but she was still hesitant.

"I trust you," Wendy reassured Irene.

Irene beamed at the younger woman. "Since I'm older, I'll start. Who was your first kiss?"

" The kiss was more of an appreciation kiss than romantic. My best friend traded her vage-vegetarian lunch for my meat lunch. That sounded so much weirder aloud. It was during my elementary days and lunch isn't code name for anything." Irene smirked at Wendy’s mispronunciation – tipsy Wendy is cute.

“My turn,” Wendy declared. "Do you ever watch ?"

Irene smirked raising an eyebrow. ‘Getting straight to the good question.” I actually do,” Irene said quite proudly. “You just need to have the right VPN. I love how technology has changed over time.”

"I'm sure you like the video clarity too,” Wendy spoke to herself.

"I heard that!” Irene whined. “What is the first dirty thing you would do if you woke up as the opposite ?"

"I'd make a o. Wendy gave herself a thumbs up and winked at Irene. “Like and please subscribe to my channel."

"Have you ever faked an ?"

"I think I'll need my drink now. Is it okay if I bite your shoulder? Let me know if it hurts. I'll compress it when I'm done. "

"My shoulder is fine. Just don't leave a scar."

The vampire had never truly allowed herself to relax during her relations with humans, and often faked her s to please others. She gently bit the fleshy part near her shoulder and slowly sipped. Wendy's warm, sweet blood sent tingles of euphoria throughout Irene's body. Irene was sure that she could from drinking Wendy's blood while listening to her soft, moans. Though it required much self-control, Irene detached from Wendy's wound.

"What’s your favourite ual fantasy?"

Lately, Wendy's mind has been occupied with vampires, but specifically a certain vampire who's sitting next to her and pressing her shoulder even harder. Wendy choked on her own saliva and drank her wine, hoping that the vampire couldn’t read her mind.

Wendy cleared . “Does y pillow-talk make you aroused?”

Irene blushed at the thought. Instead of answering, she softly from the wound, occasionally using a tongue to clean-up spilt blood. Waves of pleasure rippled through Wendy’s body sending her over the edge.

Irene stopped drinking, mesmerized at the woman beside her. "Who gave you your first ?"

"Seulgi."

"Would you rather give or receive pleasure?"

Both but sometimes I prefer to pleasure others. There’s something powerful about hearing someone’s heart speed up in anticipation, moans getting louder, kisses getting sloppier and letting themselves go.

" Have you ever been friend-zoned? If so, by whom?"

The answer was obvious but Wendy didn't want to verbalize it. Instead, she grabbed her glass of wine and drank that memory away.

"What was your most embarrassing ual situation?"

"I was a young vampire, with other needs besides blood. I spent the whole evening chatting up a woman. At first, I thought I was attracted to her blood but it turned out that it was her time of the month."

"Have you ever had a , and with whom?"

Wendy sighed and automatically reached for her wine while thinking to herself. “Why does the thought of Seulgi always pop up?”.

"Do you think is better when you’re in love, or when the other person is y and mysterious?"

Irene didn't know the answer to the question herself as she hasn't been in love. Irene didn't want to drink from Wendy again because that would make her weaker in addition to all the alcohol she drank tonight. She pressed her lips against Wendy's wound and gently it to promote faster healing.

"Would you ever stay with a vampire?"

Wendy giggled and pressed her lips against Irene's. The brunette was surprised at the soft lips and soon melted in the kiss. Irene traced Wendy’s bottom lip, asking for permission and slipped her tongue into , tasting the red wine. Wendy was the first to pull away since she needed to breathe freely.   

"What took you so long to ask me?

"I was just testing the waters,” the vampire flicked water towards Wendy, “and you exceeded my expectations.”