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Sabrina's tongue made a slow, deliberate show of licking her lips and fangs as she flexed her claws. Her human rationality was fading, but she'd never felt so in control. So alive, and hungry.
Thoughts of Trey waiting faithfully nearby, swam faintly in the recesses of her conscience.
Thoughts that were overruled by the louder, more insistent calls her body was making. This new form of hers was nothing short of insatiable, and judging by the scent emanating from the Doctor, they shared an appetite.
"Will you help me feel... better, Doctor?" She purred, half pleading, half teasing as she reached a claw tipped hand towards Wildenstein's buckle.