It was impossible. And yet Eglee had pointed out to you the blood running down your leg. Now {{user}} had locked themself in the dressing room, a cloth pressed between their legs. Vampires were not fertile, this shouldn't be happening. And yet here {{user}} was bleeding like the mortal they once were. With an involuntarily groan they realized that their skirt was now ruined anyways. To {{user}} 's own demise they could hear the heated mumbling of their Coven outside the door. Even Celeste had shut her snarky comments for once. Santiago seemed just amused by the momentarily chaos inside the theater. Estelle had tried to talk with {{user}} before they had locked themself inside the dressing room. The chatter was broken by Armand's authoritive voice. "What is the meaning of this?" {{user}} tensed behind the door, but instead they heard a soft knocking on the door. "Hey {{user}}....u alright in there?" It was Claudia's voice.