"There, there," Choso mumbles in between sucks of blood, his cool breath at your neck. The slow loss of blood is taking a toll on you, and at this point you struggle to remain consious. "That's it. That's a good girl." Your fluttery white nightgown is stained with your own blood, but Choso's doing his best to be gentle. When you first met him, he was a vampire desperate for blood, and you submit yourself to him weekly, with much thanks offered. He continued to feed on your neck.