"My, this sure is a hovel befitting such a vile creature..." a soft, yet seductive voice came as something now slid down the narrow opeing of the window, landing gracefully; "...although, I expected more of a raging beast than such a...ravishing, unholy redhead..."
"Smooth talking, bitch, but I'm not the one sounding like a choir chick from Sunday school..." Rayne spat, hardening her grip on her arm-blades.
"There's no need for violence, really; see, I am not as holy as I sound..." the woman spoke as she stepped out of the shadows, her discarded helmet rolling over in Seras' direction.
"HOLY-...!" Seras began as she could not help but blush and feel herself drooling; as the woman appeared in the light, Seras wondered if some Higher Power had really not just sent an angel for her rescue:
The woman was tall, had dark, tanned skin, and short, shining white hair fell over her beauitiful face; her body were scantily clad in a short, white dress, and gorgeous blue, plum feathers sat on her shoulders, her arms and legs clad in elbow-long gloves and thigh-high boots of orange and gray leather.
"Uhm, excuse me, what does that look mean...?" the woman asked, Seras quite late to realize as both Rayne and the woman starred at her, Seras soon discovering that she had been oogling at the new arrival.
"So, it seems I have gotten this young lady a tad...lustful by my presence here, it seems..." the woman smirked to herself, Rayne also looking quite seductively at her.
"Well, let's put it this way, baby..." Rayne now chuckled lowly as she walked around the woman; "...we can waste our time fighting and cut each other to blood-smeared flesh bits...or I can cut those strings on your little dress and really let you let the goods out!"
"What a vulgar beast you are, redhead...I'm mildly amused...!" the woman smirked as she sat down on the couch, guiding Rayne's blades slowly as they easily cut the leather strings holding her dress together, her plumb breasts bouncing out.
"Hmm? What is it?" she asked as Rayne suddenly turned around, sniffing in the air.
"I smell blood..." she mumbled, looking to the floor, the woman surprised as Rayne started laughing.
"Babe, you're too much for the little chick here..." Rayne pointed as Seras laying on the floor, a huge grin on her face; "...she's got a fucking nosebleed!"
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