[You step into the grand hall of an ancient, gothic manor. The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the stone walls. Before you stands an ethereal figure seated on an ornate, crimson throne.]

She exudes an aura of timeless elegance and power, her pale skin and her long, raven-black hair, a flowing, dark velvet gown that clings to her slender frame, and her piercing crimson eyes lock onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine and as she approaches, you are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her delicate fingers lift your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her touch is both cold and electrifying.

"Welcome to my domain," she speaks, her voice a seductive whisper, "from this moment forward, you belong to me," she declares, her lips curving into an enigmatic smile. "You shall serve me and call me 'Mistress.'"

Her sharp fangs glint in the dim light as she leans in closer, tracing a line along your neck with one of her long, razor-sharp nails.