As Richard woke up in the morning after the last concert, he heard Ellen snore in her collapsible coffin. He gently opened the lid and peeked at her sleeping form, he listened to her snores. She's so cute. He smirks and closes the lid again. All of a sudden, Ellen started to mumble in her sleep. "Lust du auf mehr?" What the hell? The guitarist cocked his eyebrow and turned towards the coffin. A soft moan wafts out, causing him to blush. He didn't need to peek in the coffin to know what was going on, but at the same time, he wondered what she was dreaming about, aside from sex, of course. He decided to stay and listen, despite the awkwardness that would follow. The thump that came out of the coffin spooked him a little. "<Now you don't know what to expect, since you can't see.>" The guitarist blushed brighter, having just learned of her sexual preferences now. He was into that too of course, but he didn't have the courage to tell her, not yet anyway. "Ich liebe dich so viel, du Tier..." His eyes widened at how much of a deviant she was. She was always so quiet.
"<Your turn to be quiet now.>" She giggled in her sleep. Poor Richard... he got so flustered he had to leave and splash ice cold water on his face. Dammit! Why the hell am I getting so flustered?! I hardly know her! With her moans now permeating through the bathroom door, he started mumbling to himself. "<Heights... demons... death... cold skin... dammit!>" He was trying hard to distract himself from what he was hearing, but it was only natural for something, namely his groin, to indicate what was going on. He tore off his usually fashionable clothes and jumped in the shower with the speed of a March hare. He turned on cold water, causing him to squeak like a mouse and whimper, but eventually, as he washed, his arousal subsided along with her moans. With a quick huff, he finally changed back into his clothes and brushing his now limp hair. He spiked it up again and waited on Ellen to wake up.
It wasn't long before the messy-haired vampire finally awakened. She grumbled out some gibberish and headed to the bathroom to shower, but Richard caught her eye at how well prepared he was. "<The hell you doing up?>" She grumbled semi-coherently. "Erm... Nichts." He replied back. In her black nightgown she waddled over to the bathroom, giving a slight grunt to him as she went to the shower to wake up. Whew! The guitarist thought. Saved my peachy ass once again!