Scanty smirked at his response. She leaned back, pressing her back flush against the back of the couch. Her long dress began to glow a soft red before it shortened, the fabric melted into her usual two-piece black leather attire, though her spiked armbands and bracelets were noticeably absent. Her leather top put her breasts even more on display, as if holding them in offering to Red X. Scanty made it a point to trail her tongue along the tips of her fangs, then just barely along the ridge of her lower lip to tease and tempt him.

"You like them, do you? Well then, feel free to partake as much as you like of them," Scanty invited him, dragging her fingers slowly down her collarbone, down her cleavage line and down further still to her hips.