There's just more to it than... [Kasey]

All it took was a single touch, and the woman was filled with it. It flowed through her like a crashing wave from a broken dam. It flowed like madness. But it was not pain, but enjoyment. She was far from the mortal sense of normal. Her own sense of what would be average, would be criminal even to a seasoned thug. The dark depths of a pit where your screams weren't heard, where it was so dark you could not tell if your eyes were opened or closed. A place where the only light and view of an outside world, was accompanied by the shape of which you knew, would bring you pain. Pain. It was the only thing that seemed to bring her comfort. The feeling rushed her body, a small moment of bliss, before the bits of her soul fought back.

With a single touch, her finger would rot and writhe, and for a moment, she relished in it. A smile grew upon her face as she felt every moment of it. Her skin growing as dark as a night sky without the promise of stars. The smooth surface of her skin growing blemished, and imperfect. Bubbles formed under her flesh as it grew like a unmonitored disease. The smell of rot and decay, an aroma she was far too used to enduring. The smile grew, until her mind acted against her desires.

From her first knuckle, closest to her palm, the bones extended like disks, severing her finger, and releasing it from herself. The appendage would drop to the ground, and where it once was, would be replaced by something only ivory in color. The smile faded as a look of disappointment followed the decay of her finger. She crouched down, kneeling to watch what would unfold in front of her. It was an interesting quirk, and one that she would easily be able to defend against. But to play all of her cards before the woman, would be foolish of herself.

"Ah, then it is like Little Flame." she would say, observing her lost finger. Her mind drifting away to a man who did a similar thing. The heat of his flames condensed into lasers, plasma, sitting under the flesh and boiling someone alive. Though, this seemed to be a opposite in the temperature, it was relatively the same in performance.

Her nails extended, carefully picking up the finger as she stood back up.

"Very, interesting..." she would say.