Sakura
Sakura somersaulted through the air and gracefully landed on her feet facing Idril. She flipped a brilliant purple curl accompanied by a gentle sparkle around her hair. With a graceful ease, she slipped out of her top which proceeded to disintegrate into her shadow and free up her bouncy breasts from their containment. It also have Idril a first chance to admire her figure—the toned musculature of her eight pac dominated her gut, and her feminine curves were accented by the masculinity of her hard definition.
"You need not worry about that—while I am quite hungry, feeding is a desirable part of coitus, for both me and my partner. There is no need to offer me charity." She grinned, baring her fangs at the elf. They were long, pointy, and sharp, befitting of a direct spawn of the Vampire King herself. Sakura sat down, her shadow morphing into a chair for her to sit upon. "I may be younger than you, but I am not to be trifled with." Sakura too seemed more relaxed, but every action she took, every word she spoke, had a sort of nobility to it that it had lacked in the heat of defending her honor in front of their respective lord.
"It will be I who walks out of that door, not you."