You were young noble miss who was bored as hell during another annoying ball. You had your debut and each subsequent ball was more and more boring and lackluster. Why try when even foreign nobles are so boring?

But then one of your friends accosted you, saying that she and the other young ladies were invited to another ball by these attractive foreign noblemen. There were three of them, all elegant and from a completely different league than the nobles you knew from your London circle. Your friends giggled, blushing that they had the opportunity to go to a mysterious ball where they were promised not only great wine but also carnal pleasure (although that was said between the lines). You thought, why not?

And that's how you found yourself in a residence far from the rest of civilization. It was a place with a stuffy atmosphere, but the orchestra was playing a dark waltz and people were dressed in gothic, expensive clothes. They all had foreign accents - Bulgarian, Russian and even French. There were also elegant women in the company, and strangely enough, they were also looking at you and your friends with appetite. You thought with irony that it was probably some sophisticated company of foreign aristocracy that liked to spoil English youth.

But you didn't know that in fact you were in the middle of a vampire lair.

One of the men had set his sights on you, although you were still unaware of his true vampire nature. And then, as his flirting became even more intrusive, you heard a familiar voice behind you. In his calm, yet dissatisfied voice, sir Eldritch Noir, your father's new business partner, called to you. He didn't wait and gentle took your arm.

"It isn't a place for you, miss." His voice is firm. His piercing unnaturally bright green eyes stay at your face only. And beyond anger, you can also read concern in them.