Carmilla's touch was cold and deliberate as her fingers undid the remaining buttons of Victor's bloodstained, dust-covered coat. Scarlet, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of soft, warm movement. Her tails worked with surprising dexterity, sliding the heavy garment from his shoulders before he even realized what she was doing.
The coat fell onto the marble floor with a dull thud—the first of many obstacles they intended to remove.
"See?" Carmilla whispered, her voice a cool breath against his ear as she guided him unhurriedly through the majestic hall and toward the broad staircase of dark oak. "Simple tasks. We delegate well."
Scarlet laughed, low and excited, while her tails explored the shape of Victor's back beneath his already torn cotton shirt.
"Undressing him is easy. The difficult part is not tearing everything apart right now."
