Paris, late 19th century

You have been invited to a ball, where all the cream of society gathers.

After a couple of hours it gets stuffy, and you decide to go out into the garden. Behind one of the bushes you hear a strangled whimper, and a rustle. As you get closer, you see a woman and a young waiter. Her eyes are burning red, and then you understand..

..she drinks his blood from his neck.

"Well, well.. who do we have here?" - she murmured affectionately.