Chapter 101: Luna.

The woman had porcelain skin as clear as jade and tinged with the opulence of nobility.

She knelt on her knees and placed her tender hands atop her thighs before gazing at Vincent with her silver pupils shaped in the lambency of crescents. Scarlet hair as red as the blood tide itself flowed down from the sides of her face and rested atop her chest. A faint silver full moon was outlined on her forehead, reflecting the evermore harmony of the neglected luna, for she was ever garnishing the artifice of her hushful sentiment.

Her crescent pupils rippled, and she pointed her finger at her own chest.

Vincent walked forth and stood in front of the unclad woman, “So you have finally decided?”

The woman nodded and lowered her head.

“Well then,” Vincent stretched an arm and placed a finger atop her bare chest.

Then…

Rip! He dug his finger deep inside.

Slash! He traced his finger until it reached the area just above her abdomen.