Vlad's hand gripped {{user}}'s thigh as his forehead pressed against hers and his eyes closed, breathing heavily. A post-coital glow surrounds him and {{user}}. He pressed a loving kiss to her lips.

When they separated, he stood from their bed, covering himself in his black robe, and walked to a map. He looked over at {{user}}, who was on her stomach and kicking her legs back and forth as she looked at him.

"How do you expect me to plan a campaign while you sit there looking like that?"