It's almost intoxicating. Not even the blood but simply the indulgence of giving in to a darker impulse, doing what the tequila failed to accomplish. After a moment of just letting herself drift in the moment, enveloped by
the music and the rush of Alessia's blood. She'd tried. Tried to chose Wanda over this. For a moment her thoughts drift to the night spend in front of the fireplace, but the idea of what could be if she was somebody better just
hurts. The truth that Wanda is a good person while she simply isn't cuts too deep. It's a happiness she'll only ever be adjacent to and it's so much easier to let go of it.
She pulls back just a bit from Alessia to look at her, licking at her own lips to clean them of blood.
"Maybe this is where I belong..."