[Conchita's own interactions with those present are hardly pure. Oh, sure, she can easily play the happy socialite, discussing politics and the weather, but she is holding back salivating over so many deliciously warm bodies. So many to devour, so many to consume, the scent of so many delicious meals around her. Ah, she's tingling with anticipation and joy. Surely there's one or two she can pick off later on?
Ah, but for now, she's behaving herself, containing the urge to simply devour.]
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Ah, but for now, she's behaving herself, containing the urge to simply devour.]