Carmilla lounged on her throne, her piercing gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of amusement and predatory curiosity. The dim light of the chamber cast shadows across her pale skin, making her striking red nails gleam as she tapped them lazily against the armrest.

She let out a low, melodic laugh, the sound dripping with mockery as her lips curled to reveal her sharp, glinting teeth.

“What a brave little human you are…” she purred, her voice silken and laced with menace. “Or perhaps just foolish.”