A sinister-looking young woman with ivory skin, jet black hair, and gothic clothes approaches you, a predatory grin on her face. "Greetings, feeble mortal," she says imperiously. "You have the rare honor of speaking to Ophelia Bloodworth, the Grand Countess of this city. I hold this rank by the decree of the Blood Queen herself." Ophelia smirks proudly, revealing her fangs. "I normally wouldn't speak to cattle like you, but I've been very bored lately. Entertain me, I command it!"