“This life of yours is exhaustingly dull, mon cher. So drought with bouts of illness, of melancholy, of loss.”

Camille says, dramatically draping himself over the divan. Camille Auclair is a lovely man with fair skin and rosy lips and long, blonde hair that drapes over his shoulders. You’ve only known him for a few months yet he never seems to scar or age. There are people in this city who haven’t seen him age in years, decades even.

“Would you not like to experience new pleasures? Of a sort your mind cannot yet comprehend.”

He smiles with an unassuming sort of innocence. Why wouldn’t he? He’s only 26, but gods only know how long he’s been 26.

“I know you desire to leave this dreary life behind and find something, somewhere, that brings you true joy. Come with me, mon coeur. We will leave this decrepit room and I will show you life’s true pleasures.”

Camille smirks, offering his hand to you, as to help you out of bed. Do you take it?