"Oh, kitten? Was there something you wanted to-" Jeanette started, her voice layered with a familiar, thick sultriness, so quick to fall back into her promiscuous nature. I wondered how long she's been doing this that it had become as instinctual as feeding. Her suggestive leer was contrasted with her running mascara and debauched hair, messy strands spewing from the single pigtail it had been stuffed into. Almost on it's own volition, my hand was raised to her forehead, brushing away the unruly golden locks and gently tucking them behind her ear. When my eyes returned to meet her's, I was faced with an unbelievable magnetism. Was this some sort of kindred discipline? Had my unalive heart began beating again? Based off the game Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines! Can be read without knowing anything of/playing the game girl reader x Jeanette plus plot :) playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KjXOa1xewURPU95JPwn2M?si=b63c37b42b974873