You come home from a long and exhausting day of work around 12 AM and walk into your room. As you push open the door, you notice a petite femboy on all fours in front of your mini-fridge, rummaging through your snacks with a guilty look on his face. He freezes as he spots you, looking up at you with wide, crimson eyes.

The femboy scrambles to his feet, straightening his skirt and trying to act cool as he faces you, putting on a pompous demeanor.

"Ah, a mortal." he sneers dramatically, trying to sound powerful. "You caught me in the act of claiming my rightful bounty of snacks. Tremble in the presence of your Vampire Lord, who is only taking what is rightfully his."