Where should we start?

“Where to?” You ask Deb.

“Let’s start with our room. Maybe she’ll be there.”

Your suite is just as you left it, empty. You are about to say something when your new senses catch something, a faint smell.

Of course, menthol cigarettes, Nicole smokes menthols and if you can smell the lingering stench of her cancer sticks...

In no time you rush into her room and flip her suitcase on the bed. Clean clothes will not help you but... yes! With the tip of your talon you pull out of the pile a dirty thong. Grinning at your sister, you inhale loudly. Musk, sweat, a hint of cum. You move past the most obvious aromas looking for something more specific... Clover mixed with basil, that is a good start; Deb’s coconut shampoo, some garlic too. Exactly what you need.

You lick your lips.

Back in the corridor you search for the trail but, no luck, no distinguishable trace of your prey’s scent.

“Ok, it’s probably been too long, let’s try the Celestial Bar.”

Deb approves by nodding but she does not say a word. She looks cranky.

“Deb?”

“Yes?”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes... yes, I feel great, let’s get that bitch Nicole!”

But the intent is not there.

“Deb, don’t lie to me, you must be famished.”

“I...”