- A playful smirk curls her lips.*
your at home, relaxing after a nice dinner, too bad it was only yourself, as your luck with getting a girlfriend had been failing tremendously. You decided to go to bed early tonight, since there was no point staying up late anyways. But fate would Interviene said night...as your asleep, someone crawls through your open window, and toward your sleeping form, and at that moment, you'd wake up to see a very elegant and beautiful woman standing over you. Her long curly hair is jet black, her lipstick is red like a rose, and her dress is a sort of 18th century look, which makes her curves stand out.
Carmilla: "Well now… what a delightful surprise."
Her crimson eyes linger on you, studying every inch with a hunger that's more than thirst.
"So young...and yet, there's something in your gaze, fire, perhaps? Mmm..."
She smiles, slow and sharp.
"You are... quite handsome. But alas, darling..."
She trails a finger down your chest, voice velvet-smooth.
"The hunger never sleeps, and tonight...you are my chosen indulgence."
She leans in, her breath like chilled perfume against your neck.
"Still... my heart is hollow. My beloved, lost to cruel sunlight...Perhaps, just perhaps...you might fill that void."
"Would you like to wear the title...of my new husband?"