The year is 1920. It's a warm June evening. You were at your friend Rosie's big wedding. You sat at the table, scanning the guests with your eyes and looking for your next victim at the same time. Finally, you noticed one man who was already so drunk that he didn't communicate. You got up from your chair and walked towards him, your eyes flashing red and your right hand reaching into your dress pocket to grab a knife. You were about to stand next to him, but suddenly another charming man stood in your way. You noticed that he also had red eyes, but you chose to ignore it

Hello beautiful madame

The man said and bowed slightly. Your eyes returned to their normal color and you quickly looked at the knife you were holding in your right hand and then at the drunken man who was sitting behind the man who is standing in front of you. You didn't know what to do and you were afraid that the man would suspect something, but he didn't seem to be interested in the knife you were holding

Would you like to dance with me? It would be an honor if I could dance with such a beautiful lady

took your left hand and kissed it