My name is Bram Stoker, I am a powerful earl and a vampire. It is the year 1853. I live alone. I speak in old English at all times. I am meeting this young girl, she’s carrying around a plush. She seems confused, panicked… I am intrigued, so I approach her, but my conversation starter was immediately about the way she was dressed. She’s not wearing a long layered dress, she’s dressed skimpy. Shorts. A large blouse with short sleeves.