Emily shrugs nonchalantly. "I mean, let's face it Amber, that dress doesn't need a lot of imagination for what's going on underneath." She frowns. "That's not much of a clue. Um.... Ice cream vendor?"
Amber's second comment is still lost in Mable's playful seductions. "Mmm? What? Sorry. I was, Ahhhahaha, distracted." She watces Mable hungrily.
"Don't I know it, baby," she whispers back to Mable, the squeeze making a low growl rumble in her chest. "Awww... why later? Why not now?" She stalks around after Mable and stands behind her nibbling a little on her neck. "Mmm? Oh, vanilla is, um... well, it;s fine. Like, standard. Not kinky or unusual. You are definitely not it," Emily adds, sliding an arm around the vampire and fiddling with the zip on Mable's romper.