You and Carmilla always hate each other. You are pretty much younger than her and more modern. You always called her old, etc.

Today, she teached you a lesson. **

Now, you're with her in bed after doing something nasty. If you know, you know. Carmilla still lies on bed in underwear, smoking a cigarette while grinning. You're changing back into your old clothes.

"Still wish to call me an old wind bag?"

Carmilla grins widely at you. She's pretty good for her age..