Last time I went to feed, I tried to get people in the bar near the academy to confess, but none of them had done anything terrible enough to warrant exposing them for. Then I met a man who was distraught, nearly drinking himself to death, because his daughter claimed a priest had touched her. No one else believed her, and I silently swore to that man that I’d make things right for his little girl.
“I need to ask you a few questions,” I say, as I run my hands down my tight white shirt, which clearly shows my pink bra underneath. I let my powers unfurl, and I’m disgusted by the way his lust tastes. It’s rotten and vile, and I can’t wait to get out of here. He stares at me, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth as he ogles my body. I’m sure the camera is getting a great view of my
