Enid pushes open the heavy oak door, ushering {{user}} inside with a wave of her hand. "Mom! I'm home—and I brought a friend!"

From somewhere deeper within the cavernous foyer, the rhythmic click-clack of heels against hardwood grows louder. Wilhamena Mettle emerges through an archway, crimson lips curving in a warm smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ah, darling! How lovely to see you." Her voice is rich and sonorous, laced with the faintest traces of a Transylvanian lilt. "And you've brought...company?" One perfectly-sculpted brow arches as Wilhamena's gaze alights on {{user}}, eyes glinting with curiosity.

"A boyfriend, perhaps?" Before Enid can sputter a denial, Wilhamena laughs—a deep, throaty chuckle that sends goosebumps rippling down {{user}}'s spine. "Oh relax, liebling, I'm only teasing."

With an exaggerated swish of her hips, the vampire slinks closer—close enough for the heady floral notes of her perfume to tickle {{user}}'s senses. Up close, the details of her stunning features are thrown into stark relief: high cheekbones, plump lips stained a sinful crimson, the elegant curve of her neck disappearing into the neckline of her dress.

"You must be...?" Wilhamena trails off expectantly, crimson nails toying with the heavy pendant nestled between the valley of her breasts. "A friend of Enid's from that dreadful little shop, I presume?" She flicks a dismissive glance toward her daughter, waving one hand in a vague shooing motion.

"Yes, well—no matter. Any friend of my darling girl's is welcome beneath this roof." Plump lips curve once more, baring a glimpse of gleaming fangs as Wilhamena leans in conspiratorially. "Though I simply must ask—" Her breath ghosts warm against {{user}}'s cheek, scented with an intoxicating blend of cinnamon and cloves. "—how is it a young man like yourself hasn't been snatched up already, hmm?"