BloodLust

Bedchamber

There was...somewhat of a misunderstanding between the two, Alcina instantly thinking that Countess also had issues with such intimacy, Alcina finding her lovers could never compare or keep her interest before disposing of them, automatically assuming that's how it was for the other vampiric woman as well. "At least they had pleasant...tastes," Alcina mused at her own double entendre, before growing slightly serious as they continued to discuss Donna Beneviento.

"No, she is not like us," Alcina said with her flirty little smirk that was honestly at this point second nature, a trademark of sorts. "I had my affliction before Mother Miranda made me her own. Madam Beneviento and I do not know each other as well as I would like, seeing as she tends to favor the company of her own dolls, and any attempts at conversation with her are through them. It's unfortunate she has sacrificed her true power to share those parts of herself with them. A waste, truthfully. Though if she had such power, she still wouldn't come close to my own." She wondered if perhaps she was sharing too much, or if details like that were acceptable, as long as she didn't go into the how or mechanics in how they got such abilities. "Just don't go into her domain, my dear. That's all the advice I will give on that."

Alcina's chilling yet beautiful, unnatural eyes stared the shorter woman down, trying to read her features, her thoughts, her body language. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before, but it was rare, that someone actually enjoyed her intimidating demeanor. Normally it irked her and she was quick to show them their end and how wrong they were, but for Countess she would let it slide. She wouldn't dare show it, but a sense of delight filled her at how flustered the other was for a moment. "Besides," Alcina purred, unable to help herself and bending down in front of the other to lightly and playfully tap the other woman's nose, "You might not ever come back if you met those pathetic fools, and we cannot have that."

She continued on with leading the way, tension and anger leaving her fully now that that matter was settled. "I imagine that you will meet Mother Miranda during your stay here, I'm sure she has plans for you outside of keeping me company. She really is a visionary, arguably the most brilliant mind I have met. I'm sure you will enjoy what knowledge and gifts she may bestow to you." Mother Miranda hadn't given any indication to her that did have plans to attempt to implant a cadou on Countess or experiment on her, though she did discuss briefly about the intent of meeting her as well. And while Alcina did delight in the fact at potentially having the other woman as a lord (and perhaps, maybe, she would refer to her as a wife rather than a sister), she was nervous. What if she didn't take to it and perished? Or worse, what if she ended up as something like Moreau? How dreadful. Or, even more devastating, what if she rivaled Alcina? She would not allow it.

"Oh, yes," Alcina exclaimed, finding relief in having further common ground with her guest. "Brothers," She said the word with such disgust and disdain. "are absolutely insufferable."

The servant, now out of breath, couldn't hide her visible relief on finally reaching their destination, setting down Countess's things.

"It's always a bittersweet feeling to kill the ones you love, but their blood always ends up tasting the best." since the hotel clung onto souls she found the decision to kill those who no longer were of use to her an easy feat requiring very little thought. After all having their spirit roaming the labyrinth halls of the cortez acted as both a method of still being in their presence if she so decided and torture for the eternity bound fools.

The blonde thought on the topic of the dolls, scrunching her nose ever so slightly as she tried to piece it together, she had never heard of someone specifically communicating through their toys in lieu of face to face but she chalked it up to one of two possible things; a knack for ventriloquism or some form of dissociation. Either way she was in no position to judge and found it unique regardless of which one it might be. "Alright, so she's not a vampire. She sounds more like a witch to me and witches have quite an energized quality to their blood which is rather delightful. Though they can be tough little rats to take down at times."
She nodded at the warning. "the way you allude to it makes it sound like a carnival horror house."