[She leans in to press her mouth just at the edge of where her collar would hit. At first it's a soft kiss, but then she bites down—not a love bite, but vicious and close to drawing blood.
After a moment she eases off again though, sucking her skin against her teeth more gently.]
[Whether it's from the pain of the bite or the pleasure of the objective, she gasps very lightly at the bite, and can't hold back a small shiver with it. She doesn't move except to let her head tilt to the side ever so slightly, and to settle her hands near Erika's waist—digging a little with her nails, though it's rather light through the fabric of her dress.]
[she lingers at that for a bit longer, working it enough to make a large bruise, before lifting her head with a pleased hum, though she doesn't move away]
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