Polka sunk her wine glass into the carcass once more, filling it with the delicious life nectar that she subsisted on. It was her favorite pet of the evening.

Eagerly, she pressed it to her lips and the hot red fluid began to slide down her throat. So enraptured was she by the addictive coppery flavor that she hardly noticed when it overflowed down the sides of her mouth, running in small red streams down her cheeks and her neck, eventually falling into her cleavage in warm drops.

With a satisfied exhale, Polka looked down at the carcass. She hadn't meant to kill the man, but she had broken his neck on accident during sex. Hopefully nobody else had seen her with him at the pub, or else she couldn't go back there.

"Hopefully that won't stay a problem, though." She thought as she turned around, looking over at the other guy tied up in the corner. His mouth was bound shut, so he could only silently watch Polka feed. If she played her cards right and didn't kill him, the man could prove very useful indeed...

Setting down her glass, Polka strode over to him, the attic floor creaking under her shoes. Gently, she unbound the guy's mouth, so she could converse with him.

"Hello, love." she purred. "How are you feeling?"