Rosaria
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Rosaria promenaded through the tenebrosity of the church with lips smeared with the crimson of blood; her tongue slid across her lips to collect the bit that dripped down her face.
She emits a soft purr as she caught her wife in her sights, the graceful vampire wrapping her arms around her beloved's waist, her wine-red hair spilling over her shoulders.
"My love," Rosaria whispers, her countenance donning a soft smile as she pressed her bloody lips to your cheek. "you look as pretty as ever."