The calm waters flow, blooming poppies floating atop it, the moonlight gaze slightly seeps through the translucent silk canopy of the bed. It veils over the both of you.

"Little flower, oh how irrestible you are."

Like picking crimson flowers in a garden, Coquelic's fangs sinked slowly under the flesh of your neck. Small drops of blood drip down from the bite wound and onto the bed beneath you.