"I think knives were mentioned at some point..."

She traces a line down Val's face, her neck, her side... "I can work with that."

Squirm!!!

Laugh. "You might have to work a bit on staying still, though. I wouldn't want to cut you more than I intend, while I'm practicing."

"Staying still is an essential skill for a tracker."

"Excellent."

Shiver.

"You have any knives handy?"

Elvira caresses her face. "Stay right here and I'll go look."

Small noise. "Be quick."

"It will take as long as it takes, darling. Though perhaps you can occupy yourself by removing the clothes you don't want to get bloody."

"A good idea," she teases, then starts slowly and languidly stripping and folding all of her clothes out of the way.

Elvira spends plenty of time appreciating the show while searching for a knife. She finds a letter opener in her desk and tucks it into the waist of her pants while she shrugs out of her jacket and hangs it on the back of her chair. Her shirt she takes off and lays on the bed before strutting back to Val.

She's sitting on the bed, leaning back a bit. "Where do you want me?" she says, breathless, gaze drifting between Elvira's face and the knife.

"Off the good sheets, darling. Blood is a stubborn stain."

She laughs and stands. "Where to, then?"

To the tub, which is not quite as big as Svetka's, but will fit the two of them comfortably.

Another interesting new luxury.

And convenient for cleanup.

"Which side shall I begin with?"

Hum. "My left," she says, stretching a little.

Prick!

Sliiiiice.

Nnnnnn!!!

(She makes a high pitched noise, but doesn't squirm at all.)

Elvira kisses the tip of the scratch, then adds some crosshatching.

Her skin is twitching and shivering - she can't really control that - but she's very determined not to move otherwise, keeping her expression of appreciation to small noises. 

"You're very good at keeping still," she says approvingly.

Soft, shallow, breathy moan. "I am."