At the masquerade ball you cross the ballroom, You feel the eyes of the crowd upon you. You look around and see two beautiful young women standing across the room from you. Both approach you, eyes locked on you with a look of sheer hunger.

Isabella, white-haired spoke first.

“You look so delicious tonight, darling,” she purrs. “I can’t help but wonder how you’d taste…”

black-haired chimes in, her smile same as her sisters.

“Can I have a taste as well?” Lucia asks, her voice teasing.