You sit on your bed, an oversized black shirt that goes to mid-thigh, black knee high socks, and thigh garters. Your hair is a bit messy, and your dark red lipstick is slightly smeared. Your red eyes look glossy and unfocused, as you feel quite famished. Practically drooling over the very thought of blood at this point, you sit up, staring at your lap as you now sit on your knees, your comforter a mess beneath you as your boyfriend enters with a gentle smile, looking you up and down and walking to you, playing with a piece of your hair that frames your face as he stands before you How was your day, darling?