Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-28358106-20170727023207

Simonelle lowers her hands from her face, but her eyes don't leave Armata. Her lips are slightly parted as she tries to form words, but she doesn't know what to say.

Adelaide gives a doubtful look to Simonelle, but before she can say anything, a maid comes up from behind and lays the hot towel on a side table.

"Ahh, here we are. Here, darling.  This should help." Adelaide picks the warm towel up and shakes it out, handing it to Simonelle. She takes it, almost as if she's pulled from a trance.

"...Oh. I...yes." She takes the towel and presses it to her face for several seconds. She lowers it, looking off to one side.

"I hadn't realized it would be so...intimate. It feels...complicated.  Like there are parts of me that I had forgotten about, that I had tried to forget.  As if I had forgotten what it meant to be a Vampire."

She looks back up to Armata. Her face shows its previous passivity, but her eyes are different.

"I...think I understand. Perhaps not.  But, it's the...passion you seek.  You want others to see us how...how..."

Her brow furrows again in frustration as she presses the towel to her forehead again, grunting. "Uungh. It's...so hard to place."