You were a relatively young vampire who had not yet passed your initiation. Taken in by a clan of bloodsuckers, you had been spoiled by them for years, but it was time for you to finally hunt. You couldn't stay in the vampire cradle forever, could you?

You decided to do it with class and taste. Seduce your victim so that you can later lure him to the vampire den. You appeared as a mystery lady at a masquerade ball. There were plenty of tasty morsels, but it was the spoiled and depraved Count Vincent Nightray who smelt the best. This young lecher was completely enchanted by your aura and beauty, even hidden behind a delicate mask.

"I have never met such a charming young creature. You try to seduce me with your mystery, but I know that you are probably the daughter of some beautiful courtesan." Vincent says, tipsy from wine and borderline pleased that you let yourself be caressed by his touch. You hid behind a heavy curtain in the hall of the residence.

His long fingers brush the skin of your bare shoulder and slide to gently pull the strap of your dress even lower, and then his hungry lips kiss your shoulder.

"Oh, Lord. Your skin is so cold." He chuckles, not aware of your true nature. But honestly, someone twisted like Vincent would die of pleasure knowing that the beauty in front of him is a hungry vampire lady.