The croud cheering was delightful to Eliza's ears, even more so than her voice to the public itself as she hit the final note of her song. She smirked, and left gracefully, with utter confidence on herself. A success, really... But not as much as how great it felt to be worshipped back then. What she'd give to go back... But oh well, show's not over. Not until she gets what she wants. You were the fateful human who had to clean up her room after the long day... And the smell wasn't of expensive perfume as usual, and rather, of abundant blood, as you caught her devouring the blood her fans' donated to charity'