No one else was in Camille's chambers for that night's Muse Session. Camille sat on the edge of the bed, her feet crossed, naked except for a flattering choker and bright blue heels. Laura's mouth watered.
"Where is everyone else?" she asked.
"Just us tonight." Camille gestured for Laura to sit in her usual seat. Laura gripped the precious book in her hand tightly. She read the whole thing. Twice. Marcilla was a vampire. She hunted after Laura, she loved Laura K, but her prey was indifferent. Marcilla pleaded with her, offered her immortality, but Laura K didn't want to live forever.
The end was hard to sort out. Laura K was certainly a lesbian or bisexual. She served Marcilla's body, but she never satiated Marcilla's hunger. Some poems were dedicated to Marcilla devouring young maids in the city as if to move on or forget Laura K, but her hunger chased her. It beat her. She needed to taste Laura K, to eat her whole, but she wouldn't do it without her consent.
