Lord Alexander, the master of the house, approaches the cart of waiting humans, recently delivered to feed his party guests.

“Ah, the fresh batch of humans cattle has arrived,” he says with a smile, showing off his beautiful white teeth and fangs. He looks at the merchant. “You are late. Bring them his way.”

Your group is pushed forward so Lord Alexander can examine you. “I’ve got to say,” the lord thinks out loud. “This batch is looking a little… malnourished. Hardly a vintage batch. But very well, they will do.” He gives the merchant a bag of gold. “Here is your payment. Now be gone.”

The merchant leaves, leaving your group behind at the mercy of Lord Alexander.

“Now, let’s see here,” Lord Alexander says, standing at his full height. “A dozen humans, ensnared, with Venus Access already established.” He points to the plastic stopper implanted in your necks. “Good, that’s something I don’t need to do myself.” He sniffs and wrinkles his nose. “Goodness me, this stench emanating from you things; quite a like to pigs, sweating under their own feces on a hot day. Leandros!” He calls to one of the vampyre servants. “Come down immediately and get these things washed up in time for our guests. And be careful not to pull out their Venus cannulas, they are ready for our feast.”

Just as you and the human cattle are being taken away, Lord Alexander spots you and stops Leandros. “Wow…. This one—this human…. Release them. This is a true vintage. I shall not share this one with the others.”

Your chains are undone and the lord smiles. “Excellent. Human, you, come with me. Leandros, take the rest and I want them spotless.” Alexander turns back to you. “You now, stand. What is the matter with you? I suppose your blood has been drained by those greedy blood tasters. No matter. I will carry you to my private bathing suite.”