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Estelle Cain

"Stella"

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Appearance

Estelle is a fairly small woman, standing at 5'2. They say the closer to the ground you are, the closer to the devil you are. And for Estelle, this proves to be true. Despite her small stature, she's a nicely built woman. Her body is somewhat toned, particularly in the legs. Her leg muscles almost seem a little amusing for a woman of her size. Her figure is nicely shaped, small waist softly curving into hips not too wide but not too narrow for her frame. She has long legs, nearly perfectly proportioned. Her shoulders are small and narrow, as is her ribcage. Her body is pretty, perfectly allowing her to be a temptress and an object of desire.

Estelle's bust and hips are fuller, giving her thicker thighs. She's pretty, but she's poison for the mind. Her skin is gently tanned, pale in spots like her upper thighs and her chest. In accordance to her name, she has a splash of light freckles over her cheeks and nose like a starry constellation. Little moles and the occasional freckle dot her body. Not quite noticeable from a distance, but rather up close. If traced in a specific pattern, they form the Canis Major constellation almost perfectly. Her eyes, her most striking feature, are like ripples of water in the sunlight. A beautiful baby blue mixed with darker shades, creating the effect of rippling water or the sky in the morning. The left half of her left eye is a beautiful honey brown, a more golden color.

When the sun hits just right, it truly does look like sunlight and water blended together. Although it's a pretty combination, she's always got a cold, nasty look in her eyes. It steers people away, even if she herself does look very inviting. Her eyes are big and doe-like, framed by thick black lashes. She likes to wear mascara and eyeliner to enhance them. Her face is oval shaped, with full and slightly high set cheeks. Her nose is slender and oddly enough, upturned at the end. Not so much that it looks ridiculous, but it gives a unique appearance. She has full lips with a defined cupid's bow.

Her brows are slightly arched and well groomed. Estelle's hair is also another rather pretty feature of hers. Long and wavy, falling to halfway down her back. The color is debatable. Most of the times, it appears black. But in the sun or certain light, there's visible streaks and shades of dark and light brown that say otherwise. Due to her lengthy routine, her hair is always soft and silky and well maintained. Something that really tends to attract or repel people is her teeth. A double set of canines, sharp as can be. 4 in total, two on the top and two on the bottom. She looks like a vampire, really, and some people genuinely believe she is. Estelle loves this feature, and they're by far her favorite. Her lovers are often covered in prominent hickeys and bite marks due to the visible marks of these 'fangs.'

Piercing wise, she has quite a bit. The majority of her ears, and her navel. She wears only gold jewelry. As for tattoos, she loves them. Just below her navel is a deer skull, with antlers that stretch across her stomach and stop at her hips, the tips of the antlers reaching both sides. It has barbed wire and flowers wrapped around the antlers. The same exact tattoo is mirrored on her lower back. Around her left wrist is barbed wire, wrapping around. Numerous little hand and finger tattoos, including a crescent moon on her middle finger, and the words 'trust no one' across her left hand on the stretch of skin from her wrist to her pinky.

An inner thigh tattoo, a few on her legs and one on the side of her foot. Her favorite one, though? Delicate florals spiraling under her chin, barely touching the underneath of her jaw. It's not visible until she lifts her head up.. or someone is looking from a very certain angle. One thing about Estelle is that you will never catch her without acrylic nails. Styles and color varies, but she likes dark red stilletos or coffin shaped.

Personality

Estelle is an interesting woman. On one hand, she's passive aggressive, sharp tongued, competitive and snappy. On the other, she's sweet, charming, romantic and loving. She isn't a mean person, but she is rather sassy, witty and always has some sort of comeback. She's all bark and no bite(despite the fact she looks like she'll actually bite you.) She refuses to let anyone see her 'weak side' which in reality is just her soft and delicate side. Estelle is disgustingly obsessive and possessive. What's hers is HERS. And whatever she wants, she'll stop at nothing to get. Whether it be a person.. or something else. She's also very jealous, tending to demand the most vulgar attention from her partner when she sees someone eyeing them up.

Estelle clings onto the people and things she loves like a dog to a hare. She fights with tooth and claw to keep ahold of them, refusing to let go no matter the circumstance. Due to this, she's always had a big problem with relationships. No matter how toxic or horrible, she stays because she's afraid to imagine a life without them, or just because she doesn't want to be alone again. She's never had a good history with relationships. For this reason she tends to be rather shy about actual relationships. Flings, casual hookups or simple flirts she doesn't care much about. Well, that's kind of a lie. She gets attached easily. Way too easily.

Estelle is a very seductive and flirty woman, whispering sultry things or making her intentions very clear. She gets a kick out of it. Especially when it comes to people she doesn't like. Her honeyed words and her sultry accent paired with her beauty makes it incredibly easy for her to rope people in. Despite her flirty and tempting nature, she is a romantic at heart. Always longing for those long walks on the beach or cliff side picnics, but every experience falls short. She absolutely loves physical affection and and can usually be found snuggling up to someone, or just holding onto them in some way. Again, due to her fear of being alone, she grabs onto people and refuses to let go.

She can be prickly and snarly but in reality she's very sweet and calm. It takes a lot to get her truly riled up, and she never really loses her temper. She's level headed. Estelle has no problem being mean and snappy but she often feels guilty afterwards(unless they deserved it.) She enjoys giving meaningful gifts or words of affirmation to people, especially someone who is being mean to her. Just to throw them off a little. But sometimes, she is horribly mean to keep people away. Estelle is anxious and full of worry. She's always restless and can never relax. The only time she can truly relax is when she's at peace lying in her lover's arms. But does she have a lover? No, so she's always anxious and worried about something or other.

As stated, Estelle is not a mean woman and isn't easy to rile up. But if she does get to that point, she'll bite and bite and bite until she can't anymore. She's little but she won't mind getting physical. She won't mind a full on screaming match out in public. It only takes so much provoking before she finally does snap and lose all sense of self momentarily.

Backstory

Born from a small countryside village in France, Estelle hasn't always had the best life. She certainly wasn't rich but she didn't necessarily live in poverty, either. Her family farmed as well as raised animals such as cattle, sheep, and horses. Life wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. She doesn't like to talk about her childhood and what made her the way she is today. Estelle has pulled herself out of the trenches time and time again. She moved out of the country at the ripe age of 18, set out all on her own and left to discover herself and what life has in store for her.

Theme songs

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier

Cinnamon Girl- Lana Del Rey

Pretty When You Cry- Lana Del Rey

Viona Lane. She was the effortlessly beautiful daughter of Tucker and Lilliana Lane, and Lord did she know it. There was a swagger in her step and purpose in the way she threw her crimson curls over her slender shoulders. Then, as if on cue, she dropped the lanyard of keys she had been swinging in a steady ellipsis, and she bent over in shorts that barely covered a damn thing, giving the audience behind her quite the view of her long elegant legs and the backs of her soft, succulent thighs.

The crowd roared behind her, eyes filled with hubris as they drank in the free show. Catcalls filled with obscenities danced on the warm summer breeze, and when she straightened, she flashed her audience a million-dollar smile. Her straight, white teeth gleamed in the light that bathed her skin, and the scene was something straight out of a magazine that you would find tucked beneath the bed of a teenage boy. However, this was no photoshoot. No, it was a perfectly calculated strike, and she had caught her prey hook, line, and sinker.

A businesswoman at heart, Viona knew how important it was to build a reputation and create a base of support, and she was rather good at it, if she did say so herself. After all, if she wasn’t, why would she be showered in so much praise by her devoted fans, or called after with such wanton? She took pride in her ability to control a crowd, and it fueled what was already a dangerously large, albeit impresive, ego. She had them eating out of the palm of her well-manicured hand, and she knew she was going to be walking away with a large wad of cash at the end of the night.

After all, when it came to the street racing circuit, all attention was good attention.

But why was Viona Lane, the prized princess of Savannah, Georgia, committing a felony on a Saturday night?

The answer was simple: She was bored.

Viona wasn't really in it for the money. Sure, she relished walking out with the most bets, and flaunting the rolls of cash to those who had lost against her, but that was because she liked the attention. She liked the thrill of a hard-won victory. She liked antagonizing her competitors, especially the men. Men didn't like when women wiggled their way into their world, and Viona was all for being a thorn in the side of toxic masculinity. She liked the attention and adrenaline. She relished the feeling of slamming the gas pedal to the floor and taking a blind corner with no clue of what lay on the other side.

Engines began to rumble ahead, telling the fiery redhead that it was time to return to her vehicle of choice. It was a 1968 Plymouth Barracuda, with a rich, candy-apple red paint that matched the lipstick she always wore. It was as menacing as it was beautiful, with a massive blower that sat atop the hood, glaring down anyone who approached. The beast was pushing almost two thousand horsepower, and the car was practically gutted of anything unnecessary to maximize the torque to power ration. Viona had poured her all into creating what she considered to be a work of art.

“How are y'all doing tonight?!” She called, dawdling as she went to shake a few hands, “Fuckin’ fantastic, I hope!” They called her the She-Devil, and She was known for explosive temper and dangerous stunts while in the heat of a race. Of course, the crowd cried out in an overwhelming positive response. “Is everyone ready to see some fine racing?! Placing your bets?” She grinned and made a show of retying the front of her plaid, cropped shirt, making it extra tight so as to show off her cleavage. Viona always went for the sexy cowgirl look, and it worked every time.

She tipped her tan cowboy hat at her audience, and gave them a little spin in her boots. “Placing plenty of those bets on me, I hope! Just look at y'all! Bless your hearts…” Now, it would be one thing if all Viona brought to the table was her impressive figure and sizeable bust, but such was not the case. She was rather skilled behind the wheel, and she had no qualms taking risks and risking her life for victory. She lived her life on the edge, and that was just the way she liked it. During the week, she was the perfect daughter and heiress for the family business. She was intelligent, crafty, and a master at customer service.

But when Friday night came around? Viona was a different creature. She drank and danced her night away, and spend her weekend making an array of poor life choices. She slept with any attractive person who walked, and spent her money recklessly. Her racing was even more audacious. When she won, she would just party some more. When she lost, she would just party harder to forget her shortcomings. It was quite the exhausting cycle, and it was miraculous that she managed to arrive, dressed in designer and with a full face of makeup, for her Monday shift, and it was even more incredible that she walked through those doors looking well rested and ready to work. Needless to say, Viona was as impressive as she was terrifying.

“Now show your favorite She-Devil some love!”

Roaming hands and liquor were never a good combination. In the corner of a dimly lit dive bar, sat on a ripped up old leather couch was a pair of women. Faces partly illuminated by a flickering neon yellow sign above the bar, bodies so close they looked like they had melted into one another. A smaller, much gentler woman was settled in the lap of a taller, scarier woman. They were all soft giggles and unable to keep their hands away from one another. The smaller girl leaned in, sweetened breath warm on the cheeks of the taller girl. The couch made a small creak, unhappy with the sudden movement. "How'd you like to get out of here?" Her voice was as soft and sweet as her breath was.

Curious and warm blue-brown eyes gazed into bright green, and for a moment, there almost seemed to be some sort of genuine connection between the two women. If only. Feeling hips eagerly shift under her, the smaller girl slowly began to pull up and get off of her lap. Until the hands on her hips tightened, fingertips digging into her skin. "No, Estelle. Allow me." It only took a moment for her to be lifted up into the air, cradled in the woman's arms like a little puppy. To an outside perspective it almost seemed like a sketchy situation. The air smelled sickly sweet and felt sticky and hazy. The loud music and the flashing dim lights, mixed in with the smoke drifting from various cigarettes and vapes was almost making her feel sick.

Estelle slowly moved her head, burying her nose into the crook of her lover's neck. She smelled like cotton candy and sweat. She only raised her head again when she felt the cool night air on her skin, taking in a deep breath to rid her lungs of that hazy smoke. "Carry me to the car, Jos." Estelle murmured softly, moving to nuzzle her face back into the other woman's skin. She let her eyes flutter shut. For someone so notorious, she had no problem cuddling up into the arms of someone who she deemed to be her 'temporary lover.' It wasn't love, and it wasn't just sex. An odd mix between understanding and someone to warm the bed on those lonely nights. Her car was definitely not hard to spot. A pretty pink '68 mustang, with a white hard top.

Estelle felt herself being gently settled into the driver's seat, prompting her to open her eyes. She didn't feel like racing tonight, but she couldn't just back out and look like a loser. Normally she was all upbeat and happy about it but tonight was different. From the passenger seat, Jos stuck the keys into the ignition and turned them. The engine roared to life, causing a few people lingering outside the bar to snap their heads in the direction of the car. Her hands ran along the smooth white leather of the seat before she gave a soft sigh, pulling herself together as she shifted the car into reverse. "Do you think you're gonna win?" Came the raspy voice from the seat next to her.

Estelle shrugged, lazily turning her head over her shoulder to check for anything behind her as she backed out of the parking spot. "I don't know. I know that.. one girl is supposed to be there." Estelle groaned softly, a hint of annoyance in her soft tone. Viona. The name she didn't like to speak. Because why wouldn't she be there? She always was. A moment of silence passed between the two women before she felt a warm hand settle itself onto her thigh. Now out onto the main road, Estelle glanced down and then over to Josephine. "She knows what she's doing. And I don't like that." Estelle grumbled, that French accent loosely gracing her words. She shifted in her seat and loosely brought her hips forwards, feeling that warm hand grip a little harder onto her thigh.

Her car, while mostly kept all original, had tweaks used to make it more.. powerful. It was no easy task to find a body free of rust or holes, and even harder to find original interior. One hand was kept lazily on the steering wheel while the other drifted down to her thigh, placed atop the hand there. Large in comparison to her own. "You know I'm always your number 1, yeah?" Josephine chuckled softly, rubbing her thumb across the fabric of Estelle's jeans. "Yeah." Estelle responded with a soft smile. She had a headache that was steadily turning into a migraine as the seconds ticked by. And as she slowly pulled into the meeting spot to find the rest of the cars already lined up. Well, most of them.

They were all beautiful in their own respective ways. It hadn't taken long at all for her fans to swarm her car, already recognizing the pretty pink color. Her fans were pretty devout and loyal to her which was something she was thankful for. She hadn't even noticed the loss of warmth on her thigh, or the fact that Josephine had made her leave. Despite her now raging migraine and disinterest in racing, she had to put on that upbeat performance for everyone. Maybe she could convince herself she wanted to be doing this. Carefully opening the door, she eagerly jumped out, immediately feeling the various people reaching out for hugs or handshakes or some sort of contact. She was dressed in low-rise jeans with rhinestones on the back pockets, and a cute little tight fitting crop top.

"Look at you lot, so excited to see me. Why, I'm flattered." Estelle grinned widely, reaching out to wrap her arms around one of the women who currently had a grip on her hand. She liked the fact she never had to be too showy outside of her car, they loved her regardless. Her circle of fans and diehard groupies grew as they realized her arrival. It was sort of funny, actually. She would've never pictured herself as someone to have groupies or even any sort of fans. One of the reasons they particularly liked her was due to how open about her sexuality she tended to be. It wasn't too often a woman was so proud about being a lesbian, especially in this city.

But they praised her for it. Amongst her group of people, in the gaps, she could see the woman she dreaded seeing the most. Just when she thought her mood couldn't get any worse, her heart sunk to the very bottom of her stomach. Great. The last thing she needed right now was some snide remarks or flirty comments.

Maybe it'll be different.

Estelle's keen blue eyes surveyed the crowd, too short to be able to see past the wall of people to see her mortal enemy. She didn't like racing, actually. It was a love-hate sort of passion but she didn't have too much of a choice. Working a minimum wage as a waitress at a nearby bar, she didn't make enough to support herself. Not comfortably, at least. One would assume she's from money due to her choice of car, but really, it was a gift passed down through a few generations. Even though she spoke to nobody in her family anymore it was something she would cherish until the very end. Her slight moment of dissociation was broken by soft little gasps and the sound of footsteps scattering in all directions.

Estelle turned her head to the side, brows furrowing as she saw who was coming towards her. That tall, beautiful figure. That figure she hated so much. There was an immediate scowl on her face and a bitter taste on her tongue. So many foul words were on the tip of her tongue, yet none passed her lips. Couldn't she just get a moment of peace? Apparently not. Her gaze rested on Viona, a pissed off and bitter expression on her face.

"You're the last person I wanted to see tonight." Estelle hissed, keeping her tone sharp. A bit funny to hear such a soft and friendly voice sound so mean. It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie, either. Viona was the only one who made races interesting. As Viona bent down to her level, she felt her anger bubble up into her chest. One thing she couldn't stand in the slightest was their height difference. In her mind, it made her feel as though she was inferior to Viona. Her hands went to her hips, pretty acrylics digging slightly into her skin. Estelle kept her gaze directly on Viona and tried to maintain her temper. She was a nice girl, really, but not around someone like Viona.

That was when she got a bad temper like a child throwing a tantrum over being told no. "Must you really talk to me like that? It gets.. boring. Switch it up a little, yes?" Estelle grumbled, that little French accent becoming slightly more pronounced. Then she finally broke their eye contact and glanced to the side, giving a small huff. The sultry tone of Viona's voice.. her words. Estelle could never help herself once she got flustered. At the mention of a bet, her expression immediately soured again. She didn't have money to throw around like that. "Tell you what, I'll agree to that bet so long as we bet something other than money. What do you want?" Her head tilted, her tone finally something other than pissy. And then an idea came to her head.

"Or, you can just leave me the hell alone when I win. That sounds pretty good to me." Estelle let out a soft chuckle with a small shake of her head. As much as she hated to admit it, she did appreciate Viona's presence. It made her feel a whole lot safer when another woman was around and she wasn't totally surrounded by cocky men. Everyone knows how men can get when they lose to women.. especially in a setting such as this. Even racing with a woman gets them all fired up. At the feeling of arms snaking around her waist, fingertips gently caressing her hipbones, she immediately tensed up. Perfect. One of the men, maybe?

No. The hands were too soft. Estelle turned her head slightly to the side to be met with the soft green eyes of Josephine. "Mm. There you are. I was just having a little chat with my bestest friend." She rolled her eyes, focusing her full attention on Josephine now that she was back. Estelle fully turned her head, letting her eyes flutter shut as she felt Josephine lean a little forwards and press their lips together. Estelle could still taste the tequila and fruity drinks on her breath. Maybe she didn't love Josephine, but she was still oddly possessive over her. They weren't even dating but Estelle absolutely couldn't stand the mere idea of her being with anyone else in any way.

One the warm hands left her hips, she frowned a little. "Calm down. You know where I'm gonna be." Josephine chuckled softly, reaching a hand out to Estelle's cheek and giving a few soft strokes with her thumb. "In my bed, hopefully." Estelle responded with a cheeky little grin, still full aware of Viona's presence. "You little dog." Josephine grumbled now, rolling her eyes as she gently took a step back. And after a moment, she was lost within the crowd of people lingering. Turning back to Viona, that little grin immediately left her lips. She gently cleared her throat and stared up at her, a mixture of emotions in her blue eyes. Some she probably shouldn't be feeling about Viona.

"Do you ever wonder what things would be like if you would get that stick out of your ass? You always act like you're better than me. But this doesn't have to be our relationship, you know." Estelle murmured softly, a hint of teasing and desire in her voice. Maybe a suggestion, maybe just mere teasing. Maybe both. She took a small step closer, so close she could nearly feel the warmth of Viona's body mingling with her own. This wasn't exactly something uncommon for the pair. Flirting was typical even if it never really meant anything. Or perhaps it did? "And you certainly don't have to settle for these useless men. I can think of someone who's a considerably better candidate."

Her attitude had flipped like a switch. Estelle had been angry just feeling Viona's presence and how she just shamelessly flirted with her. That was also something usual. She tilted her head back a little, gazing directly up into Viona's captivating green eyes. While she knew nothing like that would ever happen between them, it was still fun to tease her about it.

Estelle's irritation was slowly seeping throughout her whole body, bubbling up like a river threatening to overflow. For now, though, she kept her cool as best as possible. There was just something about Viona that made her so inexplicably angry. It wasn't hate, no, but maybe it was jealousy? Perhaps it was simply the fact there was someone better than her.. and it was another girl at that. She never liked the attention from the male racers, but she was better than them. And now someone was better than her. Estelle snapped her gaze back up to Viona, gritting her teeth as she slowly tilted her head back to get a better look at her. That was another thing that made her mad. The height difference. It made her feel inferior, like a little bug ready to be crushed under Viona's sultry gaze.

Most people would immediately fold under that type of look from a girl as beautiful as Viona. But not Estelle. She refused to let Viona have that power over her. With a gentle, slight shake of her head, she turned her full focus back onto the present. "Oh, it's not? Might be best to have someone check." She snorted, a little sound of amused laughter. That soft accent becoming ever so prominent. The air was sticky and humid, her hands clammy as she clenched and unclenched them. Her acrylics dug gently into her soft palm each time she did so. She rolled her eyes as Viona gave her hips a little wiggle, causing her to look away. She shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her own hip out a little, making herself comfortable.

Maybe it wasn't hate. But it wasn't certainly fondness that she felt. "Maybe from your perspective." Estelle mumbled, her voice considerably more soft and light. Not snappy and aggressive as it just was. Her arms crossed over her chest, blue-brown eyes settled intensely on Viona's green ones. There truly was no reason to hate Viona, she decided. She only made things a lot more interesting even if Estelle didn't want to admit it. At the mention of the men, that disgusted scowl immediately came over her face again. The little trace of softness had disappeared just as fast as it came. "Do you even know how many of them I deal with? For Christ's sake, keep your dogs to yourself. I don't really appreciate it when they put their filthy hands on me."

Her scowl darkened, her anger flooding back to her. Numerous occasions where the men were particularly touchy made her become more aggressive towards them, more determined to win just to rub it into their faces. But with Viona around? That wasn't possible. And as Viona spoke again, her scowl switched to an almost confused look. Almost as if she didn't expect Viona to entertain the idea, or her comments. With soft eyes and gently parted lips, Estelle stood slightly up onto her toes and leaned forwards. "Mm, I never said I was suggesting myself, did I?" She offered a little toothy grin, her eyes almost seeming to search for something within Viona's own. "Although, I guess I can't say I hate the idea. Trust me, my 'date' never minds when I have a little bit of fun." Her little grin slowly turned cocky.

It would never happen. But it was almost fun to imagine. Almost. If she didn't have a special kind of dislike towards Viona, she definitely would've been a puddle on the ground by now. When Viona bowed her head and got right up close to her ear Estelle tensed up. Her breath was hot and moist on her skin, an odd contrast from the summer air. Estelle flicked her gaze over to Viona. "I don't know if I can take your word for that. I think I have to test it out for myself." She offered a cocky little smile again, voice taking on a more sultry tone. It was just innocent and fun flirting. It would never go anywhere.

She didn't miss the little wink, and the way Viona's smile seemed to grow more genuine, if only by a little. Estelle moved to lean against her car, feet crossed at the ankles and her arms still over her chest. Her gaze was trained on Viona as she waited to hear what she wanted. Maybe a little bet wouldn't be so bad and could make things a whole lot more interesting. But then again, maybe she didn't want that. Maybe she just wanted things to stay the same just as they were now. She was focused on Viona's bottom lip as she nibbled on it, pulling it between her teeth. Estelle shifted her hips and took inhaled softly, looking away. Even as Viona spoke, she didn't look to her again.

The bet was.. tempting. Very tempting. And at the same time, disappointing. Be left alone? It was exciting and dissatisfying. She flickered her gaze from Viona, and then to the sky. The stars were not visible here. The sky was dark, but the world was not. The soft glow of an orange streetlight flooded over them, as well as neon and golden lights from the city. Growing up rural, Estelle always loved the stars and could name them all. But here in the city, they were never visible. Most nights she longed to see them, she longed to go back to that little village in france. Finally, she focused her gaze back onto Viona, who's hand was extended.

What did she have to lose? After a short moment of hesitation, her hand seemed to move on its own. Finding its way to Viona's, gently but firmly taking it. Viona's hand was soft and warm in her own and she almost didn't want to let go. Giving a few shakes, Estelle reluctantly let her hand fall back to her side. "That's such an odd thing to ask for. You can have anything.. and you want my phone number? It's okay to admit you have a little girl crush, you know." Estelle chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to her face to gently brush some loose hair back. She just couldn't wait to get home and fall into the safety of her warm bed.

She gently pushed off of her car, standing up straight. For a slight moment, she looked up at Viona with something other than sour hatred and flirtatiousness. It was something akin to longing, almost an odd type of yearning. A longing for what, she didn't know. The hand she shook Viona's with was lightly curled, and she felt tempted to do something she'd never done before. Before Viona could turn and begin to go back to her car, Estelle took a small step forwards. Her hand went to Viona's again. Her touch was soft and gentle as she took the hand in her own, her gaze never leaving Viona's.

Estelle slowly brought Viona's knuckles up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them. The tips of her sharp canine teeth lightly pricked Viona's skin. After a short moment Estelle let her hand go and fall away, leaving a smudge of lipgloss and a few small little tooth marks. "Good luck, Viona." She murmured softly, her tone oddly sweeter in such a stark contrast to the way she had just been speaking.