Priscilla's fingers drummed against her arm, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as she began to respond back to Minerva.
"Sigh... no matter how many time I hear it, that brat... if he really is a brat, keep one getting more, and more abnormal with each passing day."
She glanced at Minerva, then right back at the giant crystal ball, her eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Minerva smirked lazily, stretched out on the sofa, as she watched on.
And then replied back to Priscilla, saying as such.
"I dunno why you're actin so surprised, Priscilla. Every day that kid's around, things get more... interesting. And that's sayin somethin, ya know?"
Priscilla's crimson eyes flicked over to Minerva as she leaned back, crossing her arms tightly. The young-looking vampire's petite form was clad in nothing but a sheer, black lace bra and matching panties, her drill curls bouncing lightly with every movement.
