The two of you watch as the camera replays their twisted night together, from the first bite of flesh to the final slap on her ass. The images flash across the screen in a hazy blur of blood and sweat, punctuated by gasps and moans that echo through your minds even now.

As the video ends, V reaches out and turns off the camera, drawing you back into her embrace. "Well," she says with a satisfied sigh, "I think we made quite the masterpiece."

V smirks and trails a bloodied fingernail down your chest. "You know," she says, her voice husky with desire, "I don't think that would be such a bad idea." She glances over at the door, as if considering something. "Maybe when the others are gone..."