Milona, the sister who wore her auburn hair in braids, was doing a little torso-wiggling dance, anxious to begin. All thirteen ladies lifted their champagne glasses, grinning down at my scandalously naked body.
“To Mr. Travis,” Valeska began, “Our newest houseguest, our special guest at our dinner, who will provide us with vigorous, bouncy amusement, and be the source of our nourishment.” She smiled, revealing her pair of long, pointed vampire teeth.
“To Mr. Travis,” The sisters chanted.
They all drank, a few so amused they giggled and sputtered, leaking dribbles of champagne that coursed down their chins while they tried to cover their mouth with a hand. Valeska lifted her chin and said with a sober expression. “Really, sisters, control yourselves. What must our Mr. Travis think of you
