While Aiko and Victor talk, Aikoko sits on the towel and amuses herself in silence. She covertly reaches under the towel and wriggles her fingers through the sand a bit, the increasingly sticky pool of slowly drying blood causing it to stick to her hand in small clumps.
She reaches up to her mouth and tentatively licks her palm. The sand couldn't be said to be pleasant, but Aikoko has always loved the taste of blood enough to put up with it. She knows she can't eat too much of it - despite the time she's spent trying to increase her tolerance, some of her primal human instincts remained that would make her vomit if she drank it outright - but her hand had barely collected a teaspoon's worth at best.
She continues licking and sucking on her fingers, occasionally spitting out sand or picking it out of her gums. The sand, despite the inconvenience, adds a novelty that helps keep her stimulated in readiness for the next victim. She looks through the crowd in search of inspiration. For the most part nobody catches her eye, but one girl with a blonde pony tail and a stunning hourglass figure reminds her of a classmate of hers whom she and her twin sister had nurtured a fantasy of snuffing. She imagined they'd start with those suspiciously large and perky breasts... or maybe just take off her head and play with the body as she had seen in a comic once on her favorite image board...