"I want to ask you for a favor. Can you teach me about blood arts?" I say, my voice sounding serious.
"I can. However, what do I get in return?" she asks casually.
I look at her. A vampire wouldn't care much about money since that's probably the least of an average vampire's worries. What could she possibly want?
"Okay, how about I make you cum?"
"Hey! Don't think that just because you're of royal descent, I can't beat you into a pulp. I'm still way stronger than you. I'd only spread my legs for someone who can beat the crap out of me," she says with a sneer, rolling her eyes.
Damn. Is she some kind of masochist?
I wonder what she might want. Then it suddenly dawns on me. If this is her apartment, it kind of sucks, which probably means she doesn't even have enough money to buy a proper bed or rent a decent place.
A smirk forms on my face.
The next moment, two gold coins materialize in my hand, and I toss them toward Beatrix.
