Amelia strips

Amelia was wearing a lacy, old-fashioned white gown which she slowly removed, and the fantastic body that was revealed proved the picture in the hall was in no way an exaggeration, though at the moment Ada was too frightened to appreciate it.

Amelia ran her hands over her round and now bare breasts with a soft sigh, then turned away, beginning to hum again as she folded the gown. Whatever the tune was, it seemed strangely hypnotic, an effect only heightened when the woman fetched an old-fashioned perfume bottle out of one of the smaller drawers and spritzed it in the air. Ada's nostrils were flooded with the scent of roses and...something else, a deeper, more exotic scent that she couldn't place, but seemed to have a relaxing effect on her body and calm her whirling thoughts.

Now that the perfume had served it's purpose, Amelia carefully put it away, and then bent to lay the gown in a lower drawer. What was left of Ada’s sense of self preservation--that part that hadn’t yet been destroyed by the crushing sense of resignation and futility or muddled by the strange fragrance--whispered that now, while the vampire was distracted, might be the only chance she would ever have.