Post by The Zombie Mistress on Jul 11, 2007 17:02:24 GMT -5
One hand stays low and behind the Mistress's butt while she continues to cast panicked glances over her shoulders, assuring herself there is no Silverblood in hot pursuit. The hand stays there quite subconsciously, protecting her in at least one way should her nemesis appear. The other hand is raised high in the sky and answers Sarpek's proposal with a beautifully manicured finger- not the thumb. In another moment, before she disappears from view altogether, she stops next to an old rusted Cadillac. The Zombie Mistress reaches out and digs her fingers through the steel shell, grasping the chassis and lifting the vehicle as she pivots on her heels. Her thin, pale arms appear fragile even as they rear up and back, the '67 classic resting for a moment above and behind her. She licks her lips at Sarpek and winks before heaving steel and glass at him. As she watches it hurtle toward the little man, she manages to resist pleasuring herself. The last of her to vanish around the corner is the single-digit salute she gave him once already.