Lucille moves off of the man and takes her head off, smirking. "Thank you for your information, citizen." An ominous purple glow surrounds her hand as she gazes down on the man. "As thanks for your cooperation, allow me to give you a little... relief." Kat reaches down to the ground, and catches a hand bursting from the street, pulling up her loyal ghoul. "Be a good girl and take good care of our friend here." Lucia pats her on the sparsely-haired head before sicking her on the "lucky" sailor.
The ghoul looks upon the man with ravenous hunger for sperm in her eyes. She's covered in dried and crusted bandages, blood and rags. She's rotten, smelly and riddled with maggots, yet her pussy is still sopping-wet for living cock.
"Gar Shatterkeel..." She mulls over the name in her head. "Was a bounty on one of my witnesses worth this degradation?" "Not even the cheapest whore will touch you after this." Lucia chuckles sadistically.