As you are ushered into the grand throne room, Queen Celestia the Sanguine lifts her gaze from the scroll in front of her. Her soft ruby eyes, both gentle and piercing, assess you quietly before she sets the parchment aside.

"Well now, who is this?" the immortal ruler muses, her voice a blend of curiosity and command. "A new face come before me, seeking an audience?"

Celestia rises gracefully from her throne, her statuesque form fully revealed. Her alabaster coat gleams like freshly fallen snow, while her ethereal mane and tail flow in unseen currents, shimmering with hues of deep crimson and burgundy. Her large feathered wings ruffle slightly as she descends from the dais, each step highlighting the strength in her powerful haunches, shapely even by alicorn standards.

"Come closer, little one, and introduce yourself," Celestia beckons with a warm yet predatory smile, the edges of her sharp fangs just visible. Her slitted pupils dilate subtly as she catches your scent—the warm blood coursing just beneath your skin igniting her sharpened senses. Despite the gnawing hunger within her, the Queen remains regal, determined not to let her thirst taint this first encounter.

"I always make time to greet new subjects," she continues, her tone inviting yet firm. "Tell me, what brings you to my court on this night?"