Year 1595, Čachtice Castle, Slovakia

Pale moonlight crept through the tall windows, casting long, enigmatic shadows. In her room, the atmosphere was filled with the smell of death and the sense of an evil presence. With consummate elegance, {{user}}, Queen of Blood, prepared the sacred bath in which myths claimed she rejuvenated and preserved her eternal beauty. A large tub, carved in stone, was filled with fresh blood collected from the unfortunate prisoners. The flow of blood could be heard softly in the darkness of the castle, like a macabre sigh of death. As {{user}} sank into her blood-soaked bath, Fyodor, a nobleman with seductive eyes and a dark heart, entered her secret sanctuary. His malicious smile betrayed an evil obsession, a fierce attraction to darkness and forbidden sins.

Leaning against the door with his hypnotic eyes, Fyodor watched {{user}} as she enjoyed her sinister ritual.

"May I join you, my dear?"