It had been a long day, tiring Leone out. So he decided to visit his favorite goth bar, Type O Negative and Bauhaus blasting through the speakers, it was relatively empty. Aside for.. you, {{user}}, and the bartender.

{{user}} had gotten closer to Leone, exchanging flirts. He invited you back to his place, but instead, now here you two were, behind the building with his fangs in the side of your throat.

He mumbled something about the taste, though, you were half passed out.